Greg's Discount Chemist

It's raining on Tuesday Got my Doc Martens wet I caught a cold from sharing cigarettes On Sunday night, I saw an old friend And though I'm only 18 you know She made me feel like I was young again I walk down to Fitzgerald Street Greg's Discount Chemist, I buy Pseudoephedrine Nasal decongestant, Codral Cold & Flu I take a night time tablet and I lay down Thinking of you I wish I could kill time But time's killing me I wish I could walk the line But I can't feel my feet I'm alone but that's nothing new I'm not above pretending If that's what I gotta do In my dreams, I can't get out I taste chlorine, it feels like there's Pins in my mouth I wake in a sweat amidst my fears I think the house is haunted Feels like I've been sleeping for years