Apothecary Love

I met her down at the apothecary

Her sad sad eyes, the burden she carried

Oh darling, try this one if you need a friend

I've got the cure for the shape that you're in

When you met me you were numb from the voice in your head

Conspiracy delusions that your boyfriend kept fed

I sewar I want nothing, just give me your hand

I've got the cure for the shape that you're in

With her saccharine luster, she's a hard little pill

But she eased me and taught my hands to be still

Just once in the morning, and evening again

She had the cure for the shape I was in

All delusions of grandeur, they've long left my head

As I gave up the notion that I've been well bred

First she shot me with whisky, then chased me with gin

But swore I was the cure for the shape she was in

Then she left me here reeling with that time-release feeling

Like a long wisp of hunger, I swung from the ceiling

So if you see me down at the apotheceary again

I can't find a cure for the shape that I'm in