Chemical Optometry

One and two both look blurry to me So I'm turning to science and optometry Corrective lenses didn't work on me So they gave me some pills to make me feel less empty All my greens look washed out All my blues look gray When she says "I love you" I don't know what to say Ask me how I'm doin' I'll just say "it's lovely day" Three and four look bleak and grim So I'm shutting the door and locking myself in People from my memories are my only friends I've got the kind of loneliness that's got no end All my greens look washed out All my blues look gray When she says "I love you" I don't know what to say Ask me how I'm doin' I'll just say "it's lovely day" I tried my darndest to clean the glass (with my sleeve) Tried sitting in chairs and talking it out (in therapy) But these damn cataracts won't let me see (in front of me) So I'm turning to science and chemical (optometry) I'll play guitar till my fingers bleed (till my fingers bleed) I'll take the pills if it's what they think (I need) I'm turning to science and chemical (optometry) Pain waves crash through So numb, I can't move So dark, can't see Praying to the pharmacy And I wanna get better, my friend Come on let's get better, my friend Pain waves crash through So numb, I can't move So dark, can't see Praying to the pharmacy And I wanna get better, my friend Come on let's get better, my friend One and two both look blurry to me So I'm turning to science and optometry