Prescription

	I walked a country mile
	now I am alone
	seeds of love have turned
	into weeds overgrown
	and this parachute that held
	heart strings taught and strong
	have torn beyond repair
	the surgeon's been and gone
	like you he's been and gone

	and I must admit this tragic ending
	sounds kind of appealing
	even though I'm alone
	and I must admit this prescriptions working
	the sweet thought of sleeping
	even though its alone
	even though its alone