Last night, once again, I couldn't fall asleep
My therapist would say I overthink things
I live in the past--well--practically
So please, please medicate, medicate, medicate me
Medicate, medicate, medicate me
Medicate, medicate, medicate me
Maybe then I could quit
Sleeping on the couch
And using the quiet drone of movies to distract myself
From wondering whether
She would have loved me the way that I loved her
If I let her hurt me just a little bit longer