Acid in my larynx
Mucus on the back of my throat
Around my heart, I've built a moat
It's 90 degrees out, but I'll toss on my fleece
So they don't see, the crimson beneath
I look at me, and I grind my teeth
I can't help, but look down at my feet
Must be nice, must be neat
To have every single thing
Please, set me free
And
The hundred twenty-eight pills of omeprazole
Have gone to waste
The acid I taste
As I waste away
Away
Away