S S R I

S   S   R   I

The Psychiatrist said I spend way too long in bed

and instead of changing my hair, I should be changing my head:

"You'd have turned out OK if you'd just done what I'd said.

I can't restart your heart, but I can change your meds...

get some exercise."

My therapist called to check that I was alive.

I said I could still feel a heartbeat, but wasn't sure it was mine.

I'm sick of paying through the nose for a piece of her time!

Instead, I'll take my SSRIs.

F#ck your meditations. I'm on medications...

S S R I 

S S R I 

Take a pill to change your life,

Take six weeks to change your mind.

Seretonin,

you don't know what state I'm in.

My mother's upset 'cause I'm abnormally low.

She says she worries to death when I don't answer the phone.

But I have nothing to say and can't be bothered to moan:

I've got no money or job and I've got nowhere to go.

"Find steady employment..."

My dad is confused because I tell him I'm fine.

But he can't understand why I get drunk all the time.

I say "It speeds up the week and then it helps me unwind";

though, it slows down the work of my SSRIs.

(Beer is just a quick fix,

but when I don't have it I miss it)

S S R I 

S S R I 

Take a pill to change your life,

Take six weeks to change your mind.

Seretonin,

you don't know what state I'm in.

Note from the author: These are the lyrics to a song of mine that I thought I'd share. Out of the context of the album, it may sound alarming. Please don't be alarmed.