You come alive at quarter to three You make haste for a taste In the parking lot of misery So down it goes, And up goes your need So you´re fine for the time.
But you´re on the line, Not in between
What can this stuff do to me? Apothecary, some more of the same today Fills that need
You´re late again for chemistry class You were up in the lab With your chemical head in a flask The truth is though, Your mind is a mess You´ve just taken a dose Now you´re comatose in Pandora´s chest
How could I do this to me? Apothecary, oh please, where´s the antidote? For me
Looking for ways you can let it out
Sleep in the days, for tonight you´ll roam about Pull all the stops; you begin to shout Life´s a big dream and you sleep ´Till you come out Come out