The Pharmacist Songtext
von Paint It Black
The Pharmacist Songtext
The medicine cabinet′s empty, there's nothing for my head. Inside I′m made of concrete, my eyelids feel like lead. I'm feeling for pulse but it's no use. My head was screwed on tight, now it′s coming loose. I′ve been to the bottom of a bottle or two, that shit just kept me down. I'm sick of shortcuts that leave me on the fucking ground
Writer(s): Andrew Mackie Nelson, Daniel Benjamin Yemin, David Lee Wagenschutz, Colin Patrick Mcginniss Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
