Sever my head
With two little pills
That shake the sweat from my fingertips

This pity **** is wasted breath
When I’m absent in life, I might as well be absent in death

Because I was driving down the highway over the limit
And didn’t know where the **** I was headed
I forgot the beginning but I wanted an ending
And pulling over felt like too much effort

I think these pills
Aren’t doing a ******* thing