I’m all down in the dumps again,
I can’t escape the grey cloud that chases you down the sidewalk when you’re just trying to enjoy an ice cream cone.
So I switched to Zoloft.
All the money is gone, so is the fun.
My boyfriend is restless for a bigger city, I’m assuming he will dump me.
I still leave behind hairs everywhere I go, I don’t even have to pull them out.  
And my future is still on the same path to nowhere.
The same ****, again.
But it’s day one of this new prescription so,
who knows.