EMILIA,

I haven't moved from the spot where you left me
This must be a bad trip
All of the other pills they were different
Maybe I should get some help

I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch
I can't stay on your morphine, cause it's making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again, but she's being a little bitch
I think I'll get out of here

Where I can run, just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear, you're just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me ill