Medication

The ceiling looks so beautiful
When it's too dark to see it
Reminds me of the colors
That I feel inside my being
The mere thought of euphoria
Is ultimately freeing
But it seems so out of reach
So every now and then
I think of what it is that ages
My spirit and my body
Need to make a few exchanges
But misery loves company
And misery's contagious
And I ain't getting what I need

Am I just a wast of talent?
They all say that what I'm feeling is invalid
No it's not that I ain't up for the challenge
I'm just a little bit chemically imbalanced
It can't be my imagination
I think my dopamine had an evacuation
They all say that it's good for inspiration
But I think I need a little medication

Now don't get me wrong
I know I've got the capacity
I'm just trying to reflect
On my agreement with gravity
I could go to the doctor
Beg to be a zombie
Turn him to a monster
And disappoint somebody
Maybe I'm just going through a phase
I hope to God that's true
And that the sun comes early
So maybe I could sleep during the day
And take a break from reality

So tell me am I just a wast of talent?
They all say that what I'm feeling is invalid
No it's not that I ain't up for the challenge
I'm just a little bit chemically imbalanced
It can't be my imagination
I think my dopamine had an evacuation
They all say that it's good for inspiration
But I think I need a little medication

(I think I need a little medication)