come alive at quarter to three You make haste for a taste In the parking lot of misery So down it goes, And up goes your need So you're fine for the time. But you're on the line, Not in between What can this stuff do to me? Apothecary, some more

You come alive at quarter to three You make haste for a taste In the parking lot of misery So down it goes, And up goes your need So you're fine for the time. But you're on the line, Not in between What can this stuff do to me? Apothecary, some more of the same today Fills that need You're late again for chemistry class You were up in the lab With your chemical head in a flask The truth is though, Your mind is a mess You've just taken a dose Now you're comatose in Pandora's chest How could I do this to me? Apothecary, oh please, where's the antidote? For me Looking for ways you can let it out Sleep in the days, for tonight you'll roam about Pull all the stops; you begin to shout Life's a big dream and you sleep 'Till you come out Come out Fill my need, Apothecary Fill my need, Apothecary