placebos

The timbre of your voice must be the timbre of your voice
Resonates with the tangled neural pathways in my brain
It makes me do whatever it is asking me to
The duration of me being immune to these fevers only you can inflict
The number of times I've vaccinated myself from this unhealthy habit
Each time I pick up the phone
I'm just like a drone honey I'm just like a drone.

It is strange indeed it is strange
I think I am cured but I've only be taking placebos
They sure taste good honey and they mislead
Me into thinking I want to get better and I am
And like I'm doing something about the situation
Like you would've told me to
But they're just placebos dear they're just placebos
They only temporarily sweeten the sorrows.

I'm not sure if this is a good thing darling is it a good thing
I think I'm doing pretty okay
As long as the distance is kept and the words are unsaid
You do your thing and I'll be thinking of you doing your thing
I'll try to do some of my things too
Sometimes they fall apart like a house of cards
Sometimes they end up not too bad
But most of the time I just feel like strangling the cat.