Buddy Miller - Meds lyrics

I've been in this room before I can remember the funny shaped crack Up on the ceiling just north Of the light bulb usurped on my head Time to go back on the meds Let's all go out for a walk It would be nice to get off of all the ground But then I might see an icicle melting Last summer it all looked so beautiful Even a talking cure seemed possible But now they all seem to feel It's fuzzy illogical Thanks for the chocolates, mom You can keep your illusions, I'll keep mine But there's no point left in pondering The when or the why, or the how