Lyrics

In the woods I met a man
Old as oak and staff in hand
Sunken eyes but gentle smile
We sat down and talked awhile

And he said I can see it in your eyes
You’ve been hurt a couple times
I’ve got the perfect antidote
To cure a heart of stone

Tiny red pills in a big blue bottle
He put them right in my hands
Said this stuff can do wonders take you to nirvana
Make you a better man

I should’ve known something was amiss
When I saw his smile turn to a grin
But
Then as he left me
There so perplexed
He turned and said

One to numb the hurt
Two to ease the pain
Three to clear your mind
Forget all the hate
Take as I advised
Not more than prescribed
Several weeks ahead
You’ll be fine again

One to numb the hurt
Two to ease the pain
Three to clear your mind
Forget all the hate
Take as I advised
Not more than prescribed
Several weeks ahead
You’ll be fine again

So I went home
My heart confused
Didn’t know just what to do
I popped the cap
And took a dose
After all what could I lose

And then I touched the clouds and bathed in sky
A magic broom a carpet ride
Before I fell and woke in bed
Tried to repeat the words he said

One to numb the hurt
Two to ease the pain
Three to clear my mind
Forget all my hate
What did he say next
I forget the rest
But several weeks ahead
I’ll be fine again

One to numb the hurt
Two to ease the pain
Three to clear my mind
Forget all my hate
Five could never hurt
Just to calm my nerves
Several weeks ahead
I’ll be fine again

Tiny red pills in a big blue bottle
Wish I had the strength back then
Need to get a refill chase away the evil
All the whispers in my head

But I can’t find the man I knocked on his door
His neighbors say no one lived there before
So now all my days
Just blur in a haze
They go like this

One to stop the chills
Two to ease the pain
Three to wash my guilt
Forget all my shame
Five could never hurt
Six couldn’t be worse
Seven days it’s been
Here we go again

One to stop the chills
Two to ease the pain
Three to wash my guilt
Forget all my shame
Five could never hurt
Six couldn’t be worse
Seven days it’s been
Here we go again

Here we go again
Here we go again
Oh

To stop the pain
Forget my shame
Ah

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My 2 Cents –

This has a fun feel but it talks about addiction. I feel like that is ofttimes how addiction is…it seems fun on the outside, but It is not near as fun inside.