[INTRO - WHISPERED / HAUNTING] Fluorescent lights flicker… Aisle three… Nobody working the counter. But somebody’s watching. [VERSE 1] Becoming my own psychiatrist, sitting with myself Diagnosing every problem like I got a medical shelf Prescribing my own drugs, trying to quiet what I hear Mixing chemicals with problems I’ve been carrying for years Pharmacy lights flutter, then the whole aisle goes black Ghost walking past me, then they vanish when I look back Medicine behind the glass, memories behind my eyes Every bottle got a label, but none explain my mind Too much chemicals in the pharmacy Too many ghosts walking past me Too many answers printed on a label Still can’t find the one that’s gonna save me I walk between the aisles while the fluorescent lights twitch Every shadow moving like it’s waiting for a switch I came looking for a cure, found a mirror instead Whole pharmacy haunted by the thoughts in my head [HOOK] Pharmacy ghosts walking down the aisles Lights keep flickering, nobody smiles Bottle after bottle, every label got a name But none of these chemicals can tell me why I’m this way I’m my own psychiatrist, my own worst case Writing my own diagnosis with a blank expression on my face Too much chemicals, too much history Whole pharmacy haunted by the fucking memory [VERSE 2] I got shelves full of answers but the question won’t leave Got a mind full of reasons that I barely believe Every ghost in the aisle wearing somebody’s face Every one of them connected to a different mistake I reach for a bottle, hear a voice say, “Don’t” Turn around real quick, but there’s nobody close Just a flickering light and a shadow on the tile Then the whole damn pharmacy goes silent for a while I been trying to treat wounds that I never let heal Trying to chemically negotiate with everything I feel But you can’t put a label on a lifetime of pain And you can’t medicate every memory away So I stare at the shelves while the ghosts start to move Like they’re waiting for me to finally figure the truth I don’t need another answer printed under glass I need to understand the person standing in my past [HOOK] Pharmacy ghosts walking down the aisles Lights keep flickering, nobody smiles Bottle after bottle, every label got a name But none of these chemicals can tell me why I’m this way I’m my own psychiatrist, my own worst case Writing my own diagnosis with a blank expression on my face Too much chemicals, too much history Whole pharmacy haunted by the fucking memory [VERSE 3] Now the lights start flashing like the building’s alive Ghosts passing through the shelves while I stand in the aisle I hear bottles rattling somewhere behind me But when I turn around, there’s nothing I can see I spent years trying to fix what I couldn’t explain Put a chemical answer underneath emotional pain Called myself broken, called myself cold Tried to treat a human heart like something you could control But I’m learning every scar ain’t something to erase Some wounds need a witness, some need time and space So I leave the pharmacy with the lights still flashing Ghosts in the windows while the whole street’s passing No prescription in my pocket, no miracle tonight Just me and my reflection underneath the parking-lot lights Still got problems, still got pain, still got work to do But maybe being alive means I don’t have to solve it all in one move [BRIDGE - GLITCHED / WHISPERED] Too much… Too much… Too much chemicals… [LIGHTS FLICKER] Aisle three… Aisle four… Aisle five… [WHISPER FROM DISTANCE] Doctor’s out. [PAUSE] [NARRATOR] Then who’s been writing these prescriptions? [FINAL HOOK] Pharmacy ghosts walking down the aisles Lights keep flickering, nobody smiles Bottle after bottle, every label got a name But none of these chemicals can tell me why I’m this way I’m my own psychiatrist, my own worst case Writing my own diagnosis with a blank expression on my face Too much chemicals, too much history Whole pharmacy haunted by the fucking memory [OUTRO - DISTANT / DISTORTED] Lights flicker… Aisles empty… Ghosts disappear… But the pharmacy stays open. [STATIC CUT]
