Patient's Blues - Guy Forsyth

Doc do I really need it

Is it ok to feed it

One little taste and it follows me home

Doc will it save my soul

Band-aid on a bullet hole

Real life with no parole, no time left to roam

How much more of this medication

Till you get your paid vacation

Your clean get away, you place under the sun

Doc how about your life, do you give it to your wife

Something to study the knife (?) when you’re under the gun, having fun

And I can’t stop thinking you’re holding back

I can’t stop thinking you’re holding back

I can’t stop thinking you’re holding back

Doc will this do me right, will I sleep through the night

Do you think I might not wake up at all

It’s such a bitter pill

I guess it’s sweeter still, even though the bottom there’s a long way to fall

Doc how about a chaser for your prescribed eraser

Don’t you think the truth is too much for my will

I got my eyes wide open, my throat is choking

And both my hands are broken trying to get my fill, sweeter still

And I can’t stop thinking you’re holding back

I can’t stop thinking you’re holding back

I can’t stop thinking you’re holding back

Come on, I can take it

Cause I’ve been looking forward

And I can’t see a reason to wait another day

Come on give it to me straight

Have I got long to wait

How much longer till it carries me away

Doc will this cloud my eyes, stifle my cries

I hope you realize it all comes down to this

If I don’t get my turn, it’s gonna make me burn

And I’m not going to walk away without my goodnight kiss, remember this,

And I can’t stop thinking you’re holding back

I can’t stop thinking you’re holding back

I can’t stop thinking you’re holding back

You’re holding back, stop holding back

You’re holding back, stop holding back

Repeat

Come on doc, who’s side are you on