Absynthe Minded - Mixing The Medicine

Dear diary, dear old friend
Society is weighing on me 'til the end
People crack, prescriptions are written
That's because they don't know how to bite and get bitten

No need to
Fly off the handle
No reason
To make amendments

Dear diary, dear old friend
Don't sacrifice the present
Let the moment begin
The elephant fits exactly in the room
Mixing up the medicine and keeping it cool

No need to
Fly off the handle
No reason
To make amendments

These words left unspoken
It's in your fitness now
And it shows they no good on you
I'm getting ahold of you
Now get loose