Placebo

I'm living inside myself Big veins, tall days Whispering voices Tell me what to say Oh, if only they could Offer something similar To a female advice column It seems too obvious, That I've failed To spike your interest Insomnia has never been Such a sweet pain It sure does help When I'm thinking of you Before I attempt to Fall asleep at night It depresses me, deeply That this is usually The highlight of my day So I hope you'll Remember me in a year Or two, because I intend to publish A book on self-mutilation Then maybe I'll be sent To a doctor that offers More than placebo medications