[Verse 1 – half-spoken, husky] I swallowed those little white lies at the bar, next thing I know it’s her perfume on my shirt. Clock says 4 a.m., lipstick on the glass, can’t recall the password to my own front door. [Pre-chorus – Hammond swells, crowd murmur] Pill hits sweet, world goes blurry, memory’s a taxi I never flagged. [Chorus – gang shout, guitar screams] I need my meds, meds, meds— they spin the night, then erase the thread! Wake up hollow, head full of lead, somebody tell me what the hell I just said. [Verse 2 – Rhodes tiptoe, bass locked] She’s still here, talking like we’re back in June, I nod along, searching for clues in my own living room. Little orange bottle laughing on the counter, it’s the author of every blank chapter I wander. [Pre-chorus] Heart beats loud, room keeps spinning, names and places quietly missing. [Chorus] I need my meds, meds, meds— they spin the night, then erase the thread! Wake up hollow, head full of lead, somebody tell me what the hell I just said. [Bridge – drop to snaps, Rhodes only] If love is a sickness, memory’s the price, I pay in the morning with yesterday’s eyes. [Guitar duel - starts with call-and-response licks, then builds to a frenetic trade-off before collapsing into the final choru] [Final chorus – full roar] I need my meds, meds, meds— ’cause when they wear off I’m a ghost in my head! Give me the bottle, let the night stay dead, just don’t ask what the hell I just said. [Outro – hand-clap fade, sweat-soaked cheer]
