Little Blue Pills

Little blue pills

Bottles of codeine lying

On the shelf at dawn.

Sleeping soundly

With traffic gently humming

Down the boulevard.

I hate the morning light

Because with every night

A little earlier

It seems to get too bright

It squeezes through the blinds

Dissolves into my eyes

And I hate the sunny side.

Calling good friends

And calling total strangers

Meet me at the bar.

Throw the card down

And leave the fucker open

Like I turned twenty-one.

And when it's dark inside

I'll take a taxi ride

Down to the eastern side

Before it gets too bright

I pull the curtains down

I let my head spin round

And my ears ring over the sound.

My ears ring over the sound.

I upped the dosage and cleared my bank account 'til everything was gone.

Now the circles around my eyes grow wider.

The lights are always on.

And every single night

I hold the covers tight

Until I toss and turn

And see the creeping light

I turn things off and on and on and off and on.

And I sleep for fifteen minutes like an infant 'til alarm clocks buzz

Through the cracks of the windows from the neighboring apartment until I wake up

So I'll slip next paycheck into bottles brown and amber 'til it's all gone

So I'll sleep next paycheck with the fitful fucking terror 'til it's all gone.