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We're just kids prescribing fake meds,
Just so you get that placebo effect.
We can fix your this,
We can fix your that,
Your life,
Your parents,
Just take that pill in the orange tube.
You're passed out on the bathroom floor,
You think you swallowed too much more,
More than you're supposed to take.
Going to the hospital
To get your stomach pumped of pills.
They ask if it was intentional.
They ask if it was suicide.
They ask if it was murder.
You say no, and you tell them who it was
That prescribed you to placebo pills.
Me, it was me.
You point your finger to me.
I tell them, it's alright.
They were only sugar,
Your son has no real problems.
They ask where I got them.
They ask what I was doing.
They ask why I did it.
I made them
To help my peers,
I didn't charge cash.
Your parents yell,
And you're flatlined.
I must have mixed yours up
With the real ones for myself.
There's too much bedlam,
And no one pays attention.
No one sees the green line
Going straight across the screen.
I stare straight at it,
And they try to look me in the eyes.
"Look," I say.
I point.
They see you cold and lifeless,
Lying on the bed.
The screen with green.
And they cry, and cry.
I run away to somewhere far.
And I cry, and cry.
I take the sugar pills
For a placebo effect.
The ones that were meant for you,
And I get an overdose on those instead.

Description
We're just kids prescribing fake meds,
Just so you get that placebo effect.
We can fix your this,
We can fix your that,
Your life,
Your parents,
Just take that pill in the orange tube.
You're passed out on the bathroom floor,
You think you swallowed too much more,
More than you're supposed to take.
Going to the hospital
To get your stomach pumped of pills.
They ask if it was intentional.
They ask if it was suicide.
They ask if it was murder.
You say no, and you tell them who it was
That prescribed you to placebo pills.
Me, it was me.
You point your finger to me.
I tell them, it's alright.
They were only sugar,
Your son has no real problems.
They ask where I got them.
They ask what I was doing.
They ask why I did it.
I made them
To help my peers,
I didn't charge cash.
Your parents yell,
And you're flatlined.
I must have mixed yours up
With the real ones for myself.
There's too much bedlam,
And no one pays attention.
No one sees the green line
Going straight across the screen.
I stare straight at it,
And they try to look me in the eyes.
"Look," I say.
I point.
They see you cold and lifeless,
Lying on the bed.
The screen with green.
And they cry, and cry.
I run away to somewhere far.
And I cry, and cry.
I take the sugar pills
For a placebo effect.
The ones that were meant for you,
And I get an overdose on those instead.