I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch, I cant 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'll 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're making me ill ...You keep making me ill