With a Migraine Pill in the Palm of My Hand
The coffee's on the counter
this is not awake
I'd rather muddle through alone
than let you witness each mistake
but you keep talking to me
and you still don't understand
this is the best I have to offer
with a migraine pill in the palm of my hand
I'm battered by your words
like pellets from a gun
they don't quite break the skin
but I surrender, I am done
There's damage I am doing
by being less than you demand
but what do you expect?
with a migraine pill in the palm of my hand
I can feel the impatience
when all you can do is wait
everybody's off and running
I'm still stumbling towards the gate
This is not the day I wanted
This isn't what I had planned
facing the promise of a new day
with a migraine pill in the palm of my hand
November 30, 2008
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