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 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're making me ill, 

you keep making me ill.