I think.

This song is about vices, and how I fell people are fooled into thinking they will actually help. Only you can help yourself. Musically, I wrote it to Polly, by Nirvana.

I think my leg hurts

Gonna need some medicine

I got a growing migraine, Can’t concentrate

Maybe pop a Ritalin

Today, you sadden me

Gonna need some medicine

I’ve got a growing migraine, can’t help myself

Maybe pop some Coricidin

Did yesterday happen?

Gonna need some medicine

I’ve got a growing migraine, memory lapse

Maybe pop some Xanex

Gimme pills, gimme God

Gimme needles, gimme pot

Take this pain, another day

Take this fear, another place

I think my soul hurts

Gonna need to confess my sin

I’ve got a growing lust, ex-lover

Maybe drop down and pray

I think I going to hell

Gonna need to confess my sin

I’ve got this growing lust, apathy

Maybe I’ll sit around all day

I think I hate people

Gonna need to confess my sin

I’ve got this growing lust, mass homicide

Maybe I’ll take communion.

Give me pleasure, give me gold

Give me power, Give me control

Take this Christ, name your price

Take this money, for my life

I think I’m hungry

Gonna need to get some change

I’ve this growing greed, get me gold

Maybe I’ll buy a slave

I think I’m lowly

Gonna need to get some change

I’ve got this growing greed, send me silver

Maybe I’ll buy this day

I think I’m healthy

Gonna need some change

I’ve got this growing greed, fresh fragrances

Maybe I’ll buy sanctity

I’ve got my deity; I’ve got my high

I’ve got my money, they get me by

Take my pleasure, another day

Take my freedom, another place