Medication - Modest Mouse

this is the part of me that needs medication

this is the part of me that believes in heaven

…thinks outer space is all dead

…wishes it was with it

…'s trying to be funny

…loves my parents

…thinks that ants are cavemen

…thinks all humans are ants

…learns from sitcoms

…means nothing

and I do-o-o-on't know

where I could go away and you could wish that I had stayed or just

stayed gone

and I don’t know

and I don’t know at all

so, out of the context and into what you meant

and you know your reasons

you don’t know who you are but you know who you wanna be I-I-I doooon’t know

so you go to the library to get yourself a book and you look and you look

but you didn’t find anything to read

and I do-on't know at all

left all my kinder parts rusting and peeling

that guy was complaining as he looked at the ceiling

my nose isn’t that big it looks nothing like me we’re all doctors trading sadness for numbness

grass looks much greener but it’s green-painted cement

the mayor’s machines are there cleaning the pavement

you can’t make dirt clean so we’ll just lemon-scent it