Album Name

R8ted (Music With Attitude)

Artist

Pink, Various Artists

Genre

POP

Release Date

2003.10.25

Release Agency

-

Just Like A Pill - Pink
Lying here on the floor
where you left me
I think I took too much
I'm crying here
what have you done
I thought it would be fun
I can't stay on
your life support
There's a shortage
in the switch
I can't stay on your morphine
'Cause it's making me itch
I said I tried to call
the nurse again
But she's being a little bitch
I'll think
I'll get out of 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

I haven't moved from the spot
where you left me
It must be a bad trip
All of the other pills
were different
Maybe I should get some help
I can't stay on your life support
There's a shortage in the switch
I can't stay on your morphine
'Cause it's making me itch
I said I tried to call
the nurse again
But she's being a little bitch
I'll think I'll get out of 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
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
I can't stay on your life support
There's a shortage in the switch
I can't stay on your morphine
'Cause it's making me itch
I said I tried to call
the nurse again
But she's being a little bitch
I'll think I'll get out of 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
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
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 il