Got my blues from a bottle, but even when they're white,
They can grant me recuperative sleep through the night.
Keeps me from chewing off my kid's face,
Keeps me from throwing shit all over the place.
Stabilizing my mind, from spikes to flat lines.
Relieving my symptoms...most of the time.
In bed I can sleep without tossing and turning.
My brain doesn't boil and my nerves have stopped burning.
When properly taken it mellows me out.
If I forget it or lose it, anxiety seeps out.
You fight off attacks made on my heart,
My dear Prozac, I fret the day we must part.
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