I need ten milligrams to feel better Because I'm feelin' rather ill Don't back away, it's not contagious Some even say that it's not real Some people say, there's nothin' wrong with me Some people think I should be, killed There's contagions in that office Makin' monsters out of fear I need ten milligrams to feel better Because I'm feelin' kind of sick I've heard it all before, pervert, misled, leg up for sports I'm beggin' for the comfort of my skin Some people say, there's somethin' wrong with me Some people love me how I am But if findin' the cure means losin' friends, family, and more Then honestly it just is what it is I need ten milligrams to feel better Can you help me find my fix? I've thought it out so long Moved out, grew up, had kids and all the symptoms they just seem to persist So will you say, there's somethin' wrong with me So will you take me how I am? Maybe this little glass, ester vial and blister pack Can make this home feel home again I need ten milligrams to get better