The Pill

The pill Fuck it, swallow it I stopped reading the paper and quit watching the news I don't answer the phone and I'm not paying the dues I pace my steps to match the speed of my breathing Place my bets and keep my feet up on the ceiling Waiting for the stop sign to turn green I ain't got time to learn the hard way I gave candy to the babies, kisses to the ladies And charisma to the kids playing down at the arcade Partake in my "think straight" type advice Bake the cake and stick your face into the frosting Take a break from all the aches and strifes Since pain is just another stain on the box springs Sometimes I sit outside and watch the people walk by Try to understand why they don't fly In other days, I lock myself in my room Let the four corners close in 'til I'm consumed There ain't a whole lot of continuity And all I want is what I already gave up I give advice that I don't follow cuz it's twice as hard to swallow When you know precisely what the pill is made of