As I was going to St. Clair You stopped the car and left me there As you drove down on Wagner Street You thought you'd seen the last of me
She said, "Hello, sir. You don't seem ill And here's some forms for you to fill I'll look them over once you're done It says right here that you can't sleep And they're afraid you've cut too deep We'll do our best to cure your sunken mind"
Terrified
When they made me remove my clothes They wouldn't let me be alone They locked the door and locked me in As if I wasn't panicked then
She said, "Clean those wounds and they will heal And here's a paper for some pills I'm sure that you will be just fine Dose yourself then straight to bed The guilty dreams will fill your head You won't want to sleep at night again"
Now I know I've got to lie To have a chance just to survive Upset you to return so soon But I couldn't stay in that hospital room