MEDICINE - Skunk Cabbage Boardwalk

I don’t want your medicine

I don’t feel so well

I don’t need your good intent

I don’t feel so well

Cotton balls soak up my thoughts

Plugging up my bloody nose

Keep away from my disease as I-

Pull you close

Alcohol induced dementia 

Passenger side of my mind

Feeling like I could forget ya

If I had more time

Someone’s calling, I check my phone

It’s in my pocket thought I left it at home

Therapy seems desperate to me

I wanna talk --

Please leave me alone

Suicide doors open to my closet

Left my courage in another room

Wish that I could see the world 

Through the hole I cut out through your womb

Hot sauce, chicken wings and beer

Could keep me going for a few more years

Severed heart strings set this puppet free

But I’m still right here