I wish she was dead but I wish I was with her.
The one who I'm with to whom I only pay lip service
makes me feel like would that I might be a victim
in a homocidal cult mass suicide ritual.
All of her love could all but fill up a thimbleful.
To get to her, you've got to get through your in-laws.
Her brother is dead, or might as well be all in all.
I smashed in his head for something smart he said.

Fluoxetine, Bupropion XL dose, see dosin' my cock tail, a toast:
Regard your mental health.
Suckers are aplenty and they wanna suck your energy out.
Never see your enemies like "who is friendin' me now?"
Never a believe a thing you think if you ain't mentally sound.
Don't even think of tellin' me a thing you think out loud.
Look! The babadook is on the loose. You're loopy.
They're all onto you. It's spooky. No one's honest. Truth is beauty,
but the promises you do keep aren't the charming ones. It's stupid.
The alarm is on, but useless if the pharmaceuticals ain't movin'.

Posies by the pocketful.
When you feel daffy deal me desipramine
and level out the modafinil.
Thirty MG D-Amphetamine my
stack of prescriptions looks fatter
than the DSM5.
DSM5.
DSM-my
stack of prescriptions looks fatter
than the DSM5.

Look at me, son! Good to be young, unstoppable and sane.
I take that Bupropion, it keeps me on top of my game, fucker.
Best step off this blessin' like it's messin' up your shoes.

You're a rerun- horribly unremarkable. That's weak.
You can't see nothin' beyond your own demons and self pity.
Best to get this message while you're still guessin' the clues.


Hot Clara Bow haircut, true blue suit, pony skin boots.
Lesson one: Perfection like this never comes in twos.
Fakers better wake up, who you really hate is you.

Fluoxetine, Bupropion HCL-XL.
These ingredients are my cocktail for mental health.
Go get you some help, your just embarrassing yourself.