just like a pill

i can’t stay on your life support, there’s a shortage in the switch, i can’t stay on your morphine, coz it’s making me itch i said i tried to call the nurse again but she's being a little bitch, i think i’ll get outta here, where i can run just as fast as i can to the middle of nowhere to the middle of my frustrated fears and i swear you’re just like a pill instead of making me better, you keep making me ill you keep making me ill.