(puerta-pack)



You come alive at quarter to three

You make haste for a taste

In the parking lot of misery

So down it goes, and up goes your need

So you're fine for the time.

But you're on the line, not in between



What can this stuff do to me?

Apothecary, some more of the same today

Fills that need



You're late again for chemistry class

You were up in the lab

With your chemical head in a flask

The truth is though, your mind is a mess

You've just taken a dose

Now you're comatose in pandora's chest



How could i do this to me?

Apothecary, oh please, where's the antidote?

For me



Looking for ways you can let it out

Sleep in the days, for tonight you'll roam about

Pull all the stops; you begin to shout

Life's a big dream and you sleep

'till you come out

Come out



Fill my need,

Apothecary

Fill my need,

Apothecary