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And Sleep is my friendly medicine

Want to doze off to deranged worlds

Sleep is a prescription

Labeled by know it all doctors

Well I guess everyone is a witch doctor that gives my hopeless mind symptoms

Because sleep is my friendly medicine

It counter balances angst roots and depression



There’s never any money

No ends meat, only rotten honey

You call me lazy, but look at your history

Bill after bill excites your anxiety

Debt relief is a foolish task

Just an every day cry of the working class



You see a sad face again

You hear me play my sad songs that heal me again

You complain that I’m too much for you

But every time we talk, it’s all about you



I’m naturally peaceful

When I am calm, I’m like a monk

But I’m overwhelmed with people’s negative energy

And I when I feel yours, I’m about to snap

I’m tapping out, your issues just cross-fade, no doubt



If it’s not me, it’s someone else

If it’s not someone else, it’s me again

Same old issues recycled, your judgment always sucked into a black hole from a former star named Lovely

Yet suddenly you tell me you’re suffering from the same old depression that has us all

And you want me to help you…



Am I’m going crazy?

How much more advice must I give someone before I think they’re “koo..kwazy”

I’m sorry, I’m not that lazy

Life is hectic but you must finally hear my advice to relax

Yet I’m sympathetic, always caring, never giving up

I will help you, but I won’t try to so hard

Because in the end no on gives a fuck

And I’ll point you to the shore cause we’re swimming ducks, submerged in water filled with sharks