Favorite Son

Why did you need to take that pill? Never has and never will Make you better make you well You're shackled in your self-inflicted cell Sunlight you'll never see You're a prisoner of pharmacology And you're telling me you feel fine Never better That's what you said in your last letter That was read aloud at your memorial last week Where are you now? Up above? I hope you find some kind of love That isn't bottled or tamper-resistant But unconditional and consistent The peace you've spent you lifetime searching for If this is what it takes Maybe others can learn form your mistakes And turn off that blacklight before it gets too late