Little Blue Pills Jeff Rosenstock

Little blue pills
Bottles of codeine lying
On the shelf at dawn
Sleeping soundly
With traffic gently humming
Down the boulevard

I hate the morning light
Because with every night
A little earlier
It seems to get too bright
It squeezes through the blinds
Dissolves into my eyes
And I hate the sunny side

Calling good friends
And calling total strangers
Meet me at the bar
Throw the card down
And leave the fucker open
Like I turned twenty-one

And when it's dark inside
I'll take a taxi ride
Down to the eastern side
Before it gets too bright
I pull the curtains down
I let my head spin round
And my ears ring over the sound
And my ears ring over the sound