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