So many cure-all’s waiting on my shelf
Tinctures for every ailment
Why should I suffer to find myself
I already possess what I need
A drink to sooth worries
They all fade away
I kick back and tell jokes and stories
With a little inhalant
My weight struggles are solved
Though my lungs dislike the irritant
When I can’t fall asleep
I shoot back the fixer
Then drift away without counting sheep
All I need is waiting for me
There’s no reason for worries or stress
I’m sure you’ll agree
I already possess what I need
Tomorrow I’ll need more
Just a titch stronger dose
No! I close the cupboard door
I’ll try to do life without opiums
But the soothing poison
Draws me back to the shelf
I need it to feel like a person
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