Mister Fixer! Fix me first

by donk2ymouth   Apr 12, 2018


These dry eyes don't cry no more
Can't sad myself to sleep
But I have a special pill
In a bottle that I keep
Beside my bed; on the stand
Makes my life oh so grand
Peachy keen pretty clean
The stuff of dreams it seems
Exists within a child safe vial
It makes everything so perfect
But that refill takes a while
And I might be in denial
But this single file line
Is wasting all our time
Where's my pill? Fix my ills
Make me better, make me sane
Slam the breaks on this damn train
Stop and scream and make a scene
Then swiftly settle for some sertraline

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