Jeff Rosenstock Little Blue Pills
Little blue pills
Bottles of codeine lying
On the shelf at dawn
Sleeping soundly
With traffic gently humming
Down the boulevard
I hate the morning light
Because with every night
A little earlier
It seems to get too bright
It squeezes through the blinds
Dissolves into my eyes
And I hate the sunny side
Calling good friends
And calling total strangers
Meet me at the bar
Throw the card down
And leave the f..cker open
Like I turned twenty-one
And when it's dark inside
I'll take a taxi ride
Down to the eastern side
Before it gets too bright
I pull the curtains down
I let my head spin round
And my ears ring over the sound
My ears ring over the sound, yeah yeah yeah
I upped the dosage and cleared my bank account 'til everything was gone
Now the circles around my eyes grow wider
The lights are always on
And every single night
I hold the covers tight
Until I toss and turn
And see the creeping light
I turn things off and on and on and off and on
And I sleep for fifteen minutes like an infant 'til alarm clocks buzz
Through the cracks of the windows from the neighboring apartment until I wake up
So I'll slip next paycheck into bottles brown and amber 'til it's all gone
So I'll sleep next paycheck with the fitful f..cking terror 'til it's all gone, all gone
