Passing Phase

The medicine I’ve taken tastes too good
I think I’m crossing lines I never could
Oh and the more I try to find — the less is shared
But if I ask if something’s wrong inside my head
Don’t say anything — no it’s just a passing phase
Don’t say anything — paranoia has its ways
Don’t say anything until I’m gone
I’ve always had the style but not the clothes
I’ve always had concerns with letting go
But when I’m at your feet and needing proof
Please spare me every detail of the truth
Don’t say anything…
The medicine I’ve taken tastes too good
Don’t tell me that I’m still not understood
Don’t say anything…