Painkillers

Two weeks in bed All the blood is rushing, to my head A hot tea to crumble my pain There's been too much crying Poke my eyes out of their sockets A stinging headache is rushing I'll see nothing Again as it seemed to be Call it off, change my mind I'm running in a bathrobe around town Chronic irritations, painkillers in a meeting I feel nothing, my face is numb My mind is running Make time stop I kiss my own lips and taste salt Bless my pain with honey and soap