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
