*I am Benadryl
I am a comfort for your sick heart
I am an excess for when you’re looking for a good time.
I am there when you’re sad and need comfort and rationale
Or kissing so you can feel 3 teaspoons of Something New
When all I wanted to do was push you against the wall and show you
I am more than a dumb drug
But I’ll subdue what I felt, for your sake, under my wishy-washy pink self
I am a prize to be won
Than left in the medicine cabinet until spring rolls around again
Or I am a lie to be told
When the suggested dosage hangs too high over your head
I am a status symbol
A fun party game
But I am more than a metaphor
More than the sum of your stories
Still you see Benadryl*
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
*I am Benadryl
I am a comfort for your sick heart
I am an excess for when you’re looking for a good time.
I am there when you’re sad and need comfort and rationale
Or kissing so you can feel 3 teaspoons of Something New
When all I wanted to do was push you against the wall and show you
I am more than a dumb drug
But I’ll subdue what I felt, for your sake, under my wishy-washy pink self
I am a prize to be won
Than left in the medicine cabinet until spring rolls around again
Or I am a lie to be told
When the suggested dosage hangs too high over your head
I am a status symbol
A fun party game
But I am more than a metaphor
More than the sum of your stories
Still you see Benadryl*
