My interests are embarrassing
I'm on the verge of twenty-seven and I can't speak about
Personal habits and how I avoid my parents
So now I wander far away
Sing so no one can hear it
Made of a million nails
My only tool is a mallet
And so I'll pound in my anatomy until I get hammered to this couch
I pass out to fall asleep
You black out
You snorted lines between right and wrong
I wrote the songs
No one likes but they remind me of better times
Self-prescribed our therapy
We don't need a doctor
When we own a pharmacy
I can't keep collecting
These coins for obsessions
And I can't keep playing
'Cause I don't want to contribute
God I know that they're hurting
Because I'm still hurting
I guess we all need a doctor
I can't be my own doctor
And I've been waiting for my day
You know I don't like to complain
But once in a while
When I start to drink and I'm not okay will you sing with me?
When I want to be someone you wanted more
It's hard to sleep when I know that you'll occupy my dreams tonight
Avoided beds until the couch became my home
Pharmacy Video (MV)
Performed By: Pigeon
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Destin Williamson, Andrew Wood, Ace Cook, Jonathan Pritchard, Tyler Aldridge
Pigeon - Pharmacy Lyrics
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My interests are embarrassing
I'm on the verge of twenty-seven and I can't speak about
Personal habits and how I avoid my parents
So now I wander far away
Sing so no one can hear it
Made of a million nails
My only tool is a mallet
And so I'll pound in my anatomy until I get hammered to this couch
I pass out to fall asleep
You black out
You snorted lines between right and wrong
I wrote the songs
No one likes but they remind me of better times
Self-prescribed our therapy
We don't need a doctor
When we own a pharmacy
I can't keep collecting
These coins for obsessions
And I can't keep playing
'Cause I don't want to contribute
God I know that they're hurting
Because I'm still hurting
I guess we all need a doctor
I can't be my own doctor
And I've been waiting for my day
You know I don't like to complain
But once in a while
When I start to drink and I'm not okay will you sing with me?
When I want to be someone you wanted more
It's hard to sleep when I know that you'll occupy my dreams tonight
Avoided beds until the couch became my home
I'm on the verge of twenty-seven and I can't speak about
Personal habits and how I avoid my parents
So now I wander far away
Sing so no one can hear it
Made of a million nails
My only tool is a mallet
And so I'll pound in my anatomy until I get hammered to this couch
I pass out to fall asleep
You black out
You snorted lines between right and wrong
I wrote the songs
No one likes but they remind me of better times
Self-prescribed our therapy
We don't need a doctor
When we own a pharmacy
I can't keep collecting
These coins for obsessions
And I can't keep playing
'Cause I don't want to contribute
God I know that they're hurting
Because I'm still hurting
I guess we all need a doctor
I can't be my own doctor
And I've been waiting for my day
You know I don't like to complain
But once in a while
When I start to drink and I'm not okay will you sing with me?
When I want to be someone you wanted more
It's hard to sleep when I know that you'll occupy my dreams tonight
Avoided beds until the couch became my home
Writer: Destin Williamson, Andrew Wood, Ace Cook, Jonathan Pritchard, Tyler Aldridge
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid