an ode to what keeps me functional

Lyrics: I Think It’s Killing Me

There’s something in my eye But I feel like I could fly A bright light came to me in a dream Skies of pink, clouds tangerine

Everything I do or see or think Depends upon the stuff I drink

I think that it is killing me Everytime I take a sip of tea The stuff of dreams it fills in the seams Bright shiny lights inside my dreams

I cannot think without a drink or three But I feel it surrounding me

I could quit but that will not do Another dose for me and you