Take the pills, they say It’ll make the pain go away Rather than address the root causes Let’s fill her with antidotes Temporary solutions Hopeful lies. Take this for your skin Don’t question why you’re out of balance Why there’s a correlation with the stress in your life and the budding mountains on your face Instead of bursting at the seams Blood vessels burst in your face Don’t question the fact that a man will never caress your face Because they’ll be met with medians and potholes instead of a smooth ride to beauty Don’t question that you’ll never get to try the new updo In fear of scaring men away by bearing too much of your imperfect skin No man will attempt to mount the peaks of your troubles. Take this to stop nature’s course To allow any man to do what he wants and not have to worry about accidents or entrapments Not have to ever take responsibility for mistakes And they’ll call it your safety and security. Take this for the searing pain that flashes behind your eyes and leaves you in bed on the most beautiful days of your life, unable to function We’ll stuff you full of preventers and painkillers and not ask why a twenty-year-old has the stress of a soldier on the battlefield We’ll ignore the pressures of school and money and relationships So we don’t have to talk about it. It’ll all wash away, when you wash down those pills.