Got up this morning, but the sun’s too bright
You reach for something to make you feel alright
The world just doesn’t seem quite as shiny
So take this little pill – it’s so tiny
Here comes that feeling
That takes away the pain
Here come the pills
To deaden your brain
You step onto your scale, and it makes you want to flee
You’re heavier than yesterday, how can this be?
Swallow a finger, throw up, then don’t eat
And maybe tomorrow you can have a treat
You say you need money,
You want to buy a thrill
A perfect and happy life
You can’t get in a pill
Keeping up with the Jonese’s
It isn’t as glamorous as it seems
You aren’t being true to yourself
You are splitting at the seems
You say you need money,
So you can buy a dime
Chop it up on the mirror
And try to color inside the lines