It’s a pill from your mouth to mind.
A cure that only words can find.
It drips in my ear
drowns out the fear
listens to what I want to hear
and at the end of the day
it’s not what you do
but all that you say
that saves this soul
so give me the the thrill
in heart shaped pills
that tell us what we could feel
Cuz I’m ill, I’m ill
and you heal, you heal
and with lips
you try to feel
what a heart can’t kill
but don’t do
don’t try
you’ll fail
I’ll die
just let it be
let a bleeding heart lie.