Recovering

old habits die hard, growing bitter from trying to be broken

while these comfortable routines are smothered with affection

well, i choose to switch between the two

i choose whatever convinces you, that I should be allowed to

slip through the cracks and get back to the living

these walls are unforgiving

send someone to check on me and take notes on my recovery

one pill will get me through the day

but I take two anyway

when I take three pills the song begins to play

one that won't go away. And even though I know

one pill will get me through the day

I take two anyway

when I mix four pills with a drink the song starts to play

its in the back of my head and its everywhere

and its all I can think about

its all spinning out of control

for one day this thing is out of my hands

while under severe supervision,

everything is, everything is

but when unsuspected, addiction is under the radar

and anything goes, so here I sit,

comatose almost

I float between hospitals and halfway homes

between halfway living and halfway lying

and I know all the awful things that no one needs to know

I take my medicine and make them believe that i'm a better man

one pill will get me through the day

but I take two anyway

when I take three pills the song begins to play

one that won't go away. And even though I know

one pill will get me through the day

I take two anyway

when I mix four pills with a drink the song starts to play

its in the back of my head and its everywhere

and its all I can think about

but still I hear the song

its everywhere

surrounding me and ringing in my ears.

the perfect song will call for sedatives, sacrifice and sing-alongs

so sing along