No Medication

Patience, hasty



You'll race off the taste



Of these precious times



A scattered thing



Won't pay you no mind



Tell me, slowly



They were the reasons



That was the war



The kind of hurt



Don't hurt you no more



'Cause it's easy



You're leaving no feeling



Just remnants of revealing



Fragments of the truth



And it's alright



If it's all run by crazies



There's small consolation



There's no medication



For all of your blues...



Hungry, thirstin'



At a table that's bursting



A privileged haul



Impressive things



Don't take you no more



Loaded, shipwrecked



A cigarette, delicate



Like a lighted fuse



A sullen thing



A furious ruse