I've been pouring medicine   Out the bottles in my apartment   Lie still, little metal pill   Friend who makes me kill my relationships      The pretty lady talked to me   "Here, this will help you to see through the wool you wear"   So she took my hand and, in my eyes,   She looked and she sighed: "Two to kill your cares"      The lights are dimming softly   Maybe half a coffee now   The whitecoat politicians   Only want to bring you down      Living in the psych wing   It's the damndest thing if your head's on straight   Doctor, why'd you have to shock her?   Did you even try to talk her into coming home from midnight Haight?      The lights are dimming softly   Maybe half a coffee now   The whitecoat politicians   Only want to bring you down      Hey!   But if you want to make me happy   You could let me take you home   The night is beckoning so   Why don't you call me on the phone?   Yeah, call me on the phone