From the album Last Supper
Lyrics by: Dave Mountain
Music by: Dave Mountain, Tom Snively, Billy Sullivan
Xanax made you better
and Prozac made you cold
Colder than you could ever be.
Therapy made you happy
Found memories made you sad
Everything got better when you left me
Aw, everything got better when you left me.
Kicking liquor saved your money
Popping pills saved your soul
It's a shame I met you before.
There will be no more needles,
no more emergency rooms,
I get nostalgic looking at your open sores.
Your dark eyes piercing through those open sores.
If I had to do it again I would
The pleasure and the pain
I had to change before it's too late
Before I died, the moth to your flame.
I won't change for nothing
I love my back-alley ways
I guess this means I need your doctor's care.
You don't seem any happier
You are even paler now
Somehow, darling, it just don't seem fair
Aw honey, nothing in life that's fair.
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