Greg's Discount Chemist

It's raining on Tuesday
 Got my Doc Martens wet
 I caught a cold from sharing cigarettes
 On Sunday night, I saw an old friend
 And though I'm only 18 you know
 She made me feel like I was young again
 I walk down to Fitzgerald Street
 Greg's Discount Chemist, I buy
 Pseudoephedrine
 Nasal decongestant, Codral Cold & Flu
 I take a night time tablet and I lay down
 Thinking of you
 I wish I could kill time
 But time's killing me
 I wish I could walk the line
 But I can't feel my feet
 I'm alone but that's nothing new
 I'm not above pretending
 If that's what I gotta do
 In my dreams, I can't get out
 I taste chlorine, it feels like there's
 Pins in my mouth
 I wake in a sweat amidst my fears
 I think the house is haunted
 Feels like I've been sleeping for years