Will Wood - Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave

They could prescribe you any illness you'd like
If you define the terms of your ailments
You could sing a pretty malady like a black canary
But a crow don't know the smell of carbon monoxide
How many years have you been on that couch
They could've quilt'd you in the throws by now
You draw a line in the sand where it ends and you begin
But the tide rolls in, so who knows? Oh well
And a little identity never hurt nobody
But lately you've been focusing too much on yourself
So how many milligrams of you are still left in there
Cause back in my day we didn't need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists
No, we just drank ourselves to death, and god damn it, we liked it
Who makes the call? What's a symptom, what's a flaw
Can it be both? Well I suppose that's an answer
Would you give up your humanity for just a touch of sanity
Cause God knows it's not like it's cancer
And good news to the purists: they've discovered a cure
For the symptoms of being alive
It's a painless procedure with a low rate of failure
But very few patients survive
And a little conformity never hurt nobody
But lately I've been worried that you're losing yourself
So how many milligrams of you are still left in there
Cause back in my day we didn't need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists
No, we just bled out in our bath, and god damn it, we liked it
Doctor, what's my prognosis if the studies show that
Disease is in the eye of the beholder
Tell me "so it goes"
We depress to impress, I guess
In layer after layer to get off our chests
It's cold out now, we can take it off later
Better safe than sorry, and we both know the danger
So doctor, could you run another test
Got a feeling that this time I might just pass it
Well, if you raise the average
We'll all sing when the bell curve rings
In lyrics symptomatic of the way we think
If our harmonies don't sync, we can change our voices
A chorus on condition of our diagnosis
Back in my day we didn't need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists
What can I say, except don't heed no evil wills of moral nihilists
I said, "Back in the days of lobotomies and shock therapy and mad scientists
Oh don't you make me waste my breath. God damn it"
Ain't your you-dentity at stake
Does aspirin kill you with the pain
You're not your thoughts, you're not your brain
You're just the character you've made
Up in your head, down in your heart
What seem like separate body parts
Come together to believe they're you
And not just chemistry
It's not the way that you were raised
Or what the advertisements say
Not what you pay for, what you pray for
What you want, or what you say
And I see your tendency to redefine disease by what you need
And I'm afraid I can't prescribe the diagnosis that you seek
And something tells me that you need
Forgive me now if I misspeak
But something tells me that you like
And something tells me
You prefer
To be sitting there flipping through those old issues of People
Well that's our time, see you next week

Written by:
Will Wood

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