you come alive at quarter to three
you make haste for a taste
in the parking lot of misery
so you're fine for the time. but you're on the line
what can this stuff do to me?
some more of the same today
you're late again for chemistry class
with your chemical head in a flask
now you're comatose in pandora's chest
how could i do this to me?
looking for ways you can let it out
for tonight you'll roam about
pull all the stops; you begin to shout
life's a big dream and you sleep