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Believe you're runnin'
Believe it's true
I need your money
For all I do
If I can't make you happy, then nobody can
Then nobody can, your sweet Ativan
I see your madness
I see your blues
I need an address
I don't need proof
If I can't make you happy, then nobody can
Then nobody can, your sweet Ativan
If I can't make you happy, then nobody can
Then nobody can, then nobody can
I hear your story
And how you lose
I need the glory
For all I do for you, oh
If I can't make you happy, then nobody can
Then nobody can, your sweet Ativan
If I can't make you happy, then nobody can
Then nobody can
I'll be on the bullet train to Neverland
Your enemy with benefits, we're free
I'll provide the poison and the medicine
The only thing you're ever gonna need
On the roof, our hands above our head again (if I can't make you happy)
We buried all the evidence so deep (your sweet Ativan)
I'll be on the bullet train to Neverland (if I can't make you happy)
Your enemy with benefits indeed (your sweet Ativan)
Just shows, you can't please everyone. Lots of love on here for the Lumineers but this guy's voice literally makes me squirm. Don't know why but there is probably no other band on here that makes me hit skip as quickly.
I am in complete agreement.
I think many people think of Ativan as a joke or insult (Ativan is a more potent version of the valium referenced in Rolling Stone's "Mother's Little Helper").
As a husband turned 24x7 caregiver who just lost his wife to a degenerative neurological condition that took her brain and body away piece by piece, this song hits hard. The Ativan I gave her helped the parts of her that still worked tolerate the parts that didn't.
After she died, luckily for only a few nights, my brain required it to sleep through the night.
I hope to never see those little white pills again. Nor blue sertraline, red amantadine, pink morphine, and especially not the haldol, detropropoxyphene, and digoxin she asked for only once.
My heart goes out to you. I will hold you in The Light. (That's a Quaker term.)
As a husband turned 24x7 caregiver who just lost his wife to a degenerative neurological condition that took her brain and body away piece by piece, this song hits hard. The Ativan I gave her helped the parts of her that still worked tolerate the parts that didn't.
After she died, luckily for only a few nights, my brain required it to sleep through the night.
I hope to never see those little white pills again. Nor blue sertraline, red amantadine, pink morphine, and especially not the haldol, detropropoxyphene, and digoxin she asked for only once.
"Ativan "
One, two, three, four
Believe you're running
Believe it's true
I need your money
For all I do
If I can't make you happy, then nobody can
Then nobody can, your sweet Ativan
I see your madness
I see your blues
I need an address
I don't need proof
If I can't make you happy, then nobody can
Then nobody can, your sweet Ativan
If I can't make you happy, then nobody can
Then nobody can, then nobody can
I hear your story
And how you lose
I need the glory
For all I do for you, oh
If I can't make you happy, then nobody can
Then nobody can, your sweet Ativan
If I can't make you happy, then nobody can
Then nobody can
I'll be on the bullet train to Neverland
Your enemy with benefits, we're free
I'll provide the poison and the medicine
The only thing you're ever gonna need
On the roof, our hands above our head again (If I can't make you happy)
We buried all the evidence so deep (Your sweet Ativan)
I'll be on the bullet train to Neverland (If I can't make you happy)
Your enemy with benefits, indeed (Your sweet Ativan)
...no lyrics, but the song title covered it.
What I'm catching sounds really dark.
I think many people think of Ativan as a joke or insult (Ativan is a more potent version of the valium referenced in Rolling Stone's "Mother's Little Helper").
As a husband turned 24x7 caregiver who just lost his wife to a degenerative neurological condition that took her brain and body away piece by piece, this song hits hard. The Ativan I gave her helped the parts of her that still worked tolerate the parts that didn't.
After she died, luckily for only a few nights, my brain required it to sleep through the night.
I hope to never see those little white pills again. Nor blue sertraline, red amantadine, pink morphine, and especially not the haldol, detropropoxyphene, and digoxin she asked for only once.
My heart goes out to you - I cared for my mother while she was slowly killed by cancer, and it was one of the drugs I gave her, too. It's not something to be taken lightly, but sometimes you have to laugh or else you will just cry.