Quote of The Day:

• To me, photography is the simultaneous recognition, in a fraction of a second, of the significance of an event.

Artist: Pink

Lying here on the floor where you left me
I think I took too much
I’m crying here, what have you done?
I thought it would be fun

I can’t stay on your life support
There’s a shortage in the switch
I can’t stay on your morphine
’Cause it’s making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again
But she’s being a little b——
I think I’ll get out of here.

Where I can run
Just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears

And I swear
You’re just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me ill

I haven’t moved from the spot where you left me
It must be a bad trip
All of the other pills they were different
Maybe I should get some help

I can’t stay on your life support
There’s a shortage in the switch
I can’t stay on your morphine
’Cause it's making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again
But she’s being a little b——
I think I’ll get out of here

Where I can run
Just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears

And I swear
You’re just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me ill

Run
Just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears

And I swear
You’re just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me ill

I can’t stay on your life support
There’s a shortage in the switch
I can’t stay on your morphine
’Cause it's making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again
But she’s being a little b——
I think I’ll get out of here

Where I can run
Just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears

And I swear
You’re just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me ill

Run
Just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears

And I swear
You’re just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me ill

Run
Just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears

And I swear
You’re just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me ill

Run
Just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears...