reuptake

remedy

remedy

you've become a crutch

a pill i take

to swallow

all my sorrow

not to change

my sadness is not poetic

a sickness without a cure

my sadness is not romantic

a weakness and nothing more

maybe i'm being dramatic

or maybe it's because i'm bored

but i'm sick of feeling pathetic

don't need this part of me anymore

oh

how we glorify illness

our movement is vain

if the outcome is stillness

we came here to fix ourselves

but found pride in our pain

and made a home out of our hell

so if we were to find a cure

how could we ever tell?

remedy

remedy

you've become a crutch

a pill i take

to swallow

all my sorrow

not to change

i wish i could say

that it all floats away

but it stays

a recessive trait

just laying dormant

a pacified torment

found a way

to keep it at bay

but for the first time in years

my head's finally clear

and that i'll take

that i'll take

it's enough

just to feel okay

but two years on now

don't feel quite like myself

but i'm not quite sure how

there's something in the way

between who i am now

and who i used to be

for years my pain defined me

now without it i'm searching

for some sort of meaning

i went looking for you everywhere

but you were gone

remedy

remedy

you've become a crutch

a pill i take

to swallow

all my sorrow

not to change

remedy

remedy

will i ever change?