The label
The needle it lies and tries to distain,
it cuts across the lines of twisted grain.
The needle it calls, it wants you near,
it tries to calm and tell you what to fear.
It\'s potion internally it\'s held air tight,
it will help you sleep on a storm filled night.
The needle is pin pointed to penetrate the vane,
it says its potion can calm your sped up brain.
I look down at you now laying there so still,
reading the label feeling the needles chill.
I\'ll be watching you throughout the night,
why can\'t I convince you this isn\'t right.