I’m rattling like an empty pill bottle,
Just one tablet shaken up and down.
It clanks around inside this cage of bones,
No soft and squidgy organs there
To dampen down the noise.
I’m a drunk and what I really need is something chemical
In order to feel good.
I’m pacing round and round a room,
That’s brightly lit and bare.
Fingernails will scrape at walls to keep me sane,
To keep me sober, like a ‘normal’ person.
I wish, I wish I was a normal person
So that I could end this awful noise
That never seems to leave.