Your Little Pill

Something tells me that your brain is wired, too damn tired
Something tells me that your happiness is second guessing
I'm alone and scared when I am sitting next to you
I'm just another one of your little pills, your little pills

Tell me, "you're such a downer, back upon the shelf with you"
You need an upper say, "well I guess your love will have to do"
Am I the needle or the medicine?
Make me your little pill again, your little pill

Something tells me that your life is over, cynic lover
Something tells me that the empty bottle's second guessing
I'm amazed that I can even recollect your smile
As you down another batch of your little pills, your little pills

Tell me, "you're such a downer, back upon the shelf with you"
You need an upper say, "well I guess your love will have to do"
Am I the needle or the medicine?
Make me your little pill again, your little pill

Swallow me whole, in pieces
Use me 'til your pain ceases
Crush me to poison powder
I won't scream any louder

Tell me, "you're such a downer, back upon the shelf with you"
You need an upper say, "well I guess your love will have to do"
Am I the needle or the medicine?
Make me your little pill again, your little pill
Your pill again, your little pill
Your pill again, your little pill...