Altoids tin full of hardcore.

Keep your over the counter,
I need a prescription.
Something fast something quick,
to fuel this addiction.

Did I say addiction?
I meant disease.
I couldn't be the cause,
of symptoms like these.

No I couldn't have birthed it,
not nary a chance,
but I let secrets like blood,
now hand me a lance.

Xanax or Prozac,
I want something stronger.
Eight hour relief,
I need something longer.

Something to numb me,
like Ativan,
I think we can do better,
Yes, we surely can.

Put me to sleep,
with a tranquilizer.
We'll be dead before the morning
and no one will be the wiser.