Prozac

Zac you are a pro When it comes to feeling Nothing, you take me to a place Without sensation. To numb the pain you take Both dark and light, I have become A shadow of last springs flower, I have become An arid vessel with nothing to carry. Zac you are a pro At seeing things a different way; But I like the color And the twisted shapes, I like the tears and how they taste, I like that there is still something within That beats. You are a pro Zac at what you do, But I like my tuneful sadness And my strange ways, I no longer wish for the emptiness you offer But crave some kind of life instead. You are a bitter pill That I can no longer stomach