Medicine

Pick it up, pick it all up.
And start again.
You've got a second chance,
You could go home.
Escape it all.
It's just irrelevant.

It's just medicine.

You could still be,
What you want to,
What you said you were
When I met you.

You've got a warm heart,
You've got a beautiful brain,
But it's disintegrating
From all the medicine.
Medicine.

You could still be,
What you want to be,
What you said you were,
When you met me.

-Daughter