Falling in this fever,
Do I have to wake up tomorrow?
I've pulled it again,
Had the world before my eyes,
(All in my grasp)
And I turned away.
But I'll make up for it all
In sleep and lithium
Tylenol and razor-blades...
I'll make up for what
You didn't lack
With bloody fingers, hips, and wrists
With food that doesn't grace my lips...
With all my sacrifice,
And the pills that make me sick.
(The ones you hated.)
I'll make up for it with that.
