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Mellowed Pill


 

Why do I feel so mellow

 

I really liked that nice fellow

 

Giving me what I needed to make this unstoppable

 

I'm sure everyone knew sooner or later it was probable

 

My body is so calm and ready

 

Mother should have named me Deady

 

But my name is Fred

 

And I don't wish my carpet red

 

So I picked up a pill instead

 

You see soon I will be dead

 

Happy to see this world away

 

I just don't see a good enough reason stay

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