little blue pills

little blue pills

bottles of codeine lying

on the shelf at dawn

sleeping soundly

with traffic gently humming

down the boulevard

i hate the morning light

because with every night

a little earlier

it seems to get too bright

it squeezes through the blinds

dissolves into my eyes

and i hate the sunny side

calling good friends

and calling total strangers

meet me at the bar

throw the card down

and leave the fucker open

like i turned twenty-one

and when it's dark inside

i'll take a taxi ride

down to the eastern side

before it gets too bright

i pull the curtains down

i let my head spin round

and my ears ring over the sound

my ears ring over the sound

i upped the dosage and cleared my bank account 'til everything was gone

now the circles around my eyes grow wider

the lights are always on

and every single night

i hold the covers tight

until i toss and turn

and see the creeping light

i turn things off and on and on and off and on

and i sleep for fifteen minutes like an infant 'til alarm clocks buzz

through the cracks of the windows from the neighboring apartment until i wake up

so i'll slip next paycheck into bottles brown and amber 'til it's all gone

so i'll sleep next paycheck with the fitful fucking terror 'til it's all gone