Potion

Just walked into the house I was half way up the stairs You were jumping on the mattress Lighting matches in your hair Said I think i'm going crazy I said how can you be sure I drank up all the potion Now i'm certain there's no cure Looked down on the carpet Sure enough, there it was An empty little bottle with a psychedelic musk You knew the repercussions Now your underneath a spell When you drink the magic potion could be heaven, might be hell So we took a little walk You were skipping down the street Said it must be a kind of sin to feel this type of ecstasy Let's go to a church, make confessions to a priest Dip my head in holy water Wash the demons off of me Then you started laughing, then you lost control Dark hallucinations playing tricks up in you're skull Once the full effect kicks in, your only option is to wait When you drink up all the potion you may never be the same Everybody has a crutch, everybody has a vice I myself have six or seven of them all at the same time But through every misadventure theres a lesson that Ive learned If you drink the magic potion, you might just not return