old habits die hard growing bitter from trying to be broken while these comfortable routines are smothered with affection well i choose to switch between the two i choose whatever convinces you that i should be allowed to slip through the cracks and get back to the living these walls are unforgiving send someone to check on me and take notes on my recovery one pill will get me through the day but i take two anyway when i take three pills the song begins to play one that won t go away and even though i know one pill will get me through the day i take two anyway when i mix four pills with a drink the song starts to play its in the back of my head and its everywhere and its all i can think about its all spinning out of control for one day this thing is out of my hands while under severe supervision everything is everything is but when unsuspected addiction is under the radar and anything goes so here i sit comatose almost i float between hospitals and halfway homes between halfway living and halfway lying and i know all the awful things that no one needs to know i take my medicine and make them believe that i m a better man one pill will get me through the day but i take two anyway when i take three pills the song begins to play one that won t go away and even though i know one pill will get me through the day i take two anyway when i mix four pills with a drink the song starts to play its in the back of my head and its everywhere and its all i can think about but still i hear the song its everywhere surrounding me and ringing in my ears the perfect song will call for sedatives sacrifice and sing alongs so sing along