Self-Medication

I came home from a bad day at work

I like my clients

But the boss is a jerk

A guy cut me off at the Gaskins light

I’d flip him the bird but I didn’t want a fight

Self-medication

That’s what I like

It’s a temporary vacation

But I sleep through the night

The dogs got out and the bank just called

My house won’t sell ’cause the market is stalled

My job’s uncertain; the company’s for sale

I need a martini before I can tackle the mail

The doctor said don’t do that girl

It’s Russian roulette

Yeah, but I’ll give it a whirl

Self-medication helps me forget

It can come from a bottle, an herb or a pill

As long as it gives me a thrill

Takes me out of my head

And lets me float instead