Absynthe Minded - Mixing The Medicine
Dear diary, dear old friend
Society is weighing on me till the end
People crack, prescriptions are written
That's because they don't know how
To bite and get bitten
No need to
Fly off the handle
No reason
To make amendments Dear diary, dear old friend
Don't sacrifice the present
Let the moment begin
The elephant fits exactly in the room
Mixing up the medicine
And keeping it cool
No need to
Fly off the handle
No reason
To make amendments
These words left unspoken
It's in your feathers now
And it shows they look good on you
I'm getting ahold of you
Now get loose
Society is weighing on me till the end
People crack, prescriptions are written
That's because they don't know how
To bite and get bitten
No need to
Fly off the handle
No reason
To make amendments Dear diary, dear old friend
Don't sacrifice the present
Let the moment begin
The elephant fits exactly in the room
Mixing up the medicine
And keeping it cool
No need to
Fly off the handle
No reason
To make amendments
These words left unspoken
It's in your feathers now
And it shows they look good on you
I'm getting ahold of you
Now get loose
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