I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch.
I can't stay on your morphine, cuz its making me itch.
I said I tried to call the nurse again but she's bein' a little bitch.
I think I'll get outta here, where I can<p>Run, just as fast as I can,
To the middle of nowhere,
To the middle of my frustrated fears.
And I swear, you're just like a pill.
Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill.
You keep makin' me ill.

How did I become so obnoxious?
What is it with you that makes me act like this?
I've never been this nasty.
Can't you tell that this is just a contest?,br>The one that wins will be the one that hits the hardest.
But baby I don't mean it.
I mean it, I promise.