I was prescribed several pills to ingest
To fix the holes in my head, to fix the holes in my chest
Then you stole them all and sold them to my friends
I was not well after that, I was not well after that

It was in grammar school when we first met
You were a girl to burn the world for and time I'd invest
Then the voices told my choices weren't the told
And the doctor told me that I was a Horrible mess

I cried, "Oh NO!"

I was on an airplane bound for the new west
When a baby started screaming, this new place to protest
Like a girl in Catholic school with much to confess
About the stains on her dress, and how she wasn't very blessed

While sedated, we crept our bodies with our eyes
We were twenty-one and reckless with our mind stuck on the high It was then I noticed you were a pessimist so I jotted down a list
Of all the words that I would miss
Oh no!

You, my pretty little spell, I promise I'll be well
You, my pretty little spell, I promise I'll be well
You, my pretty little spell, I promise I'll be well
You, my pretty little spell, I promise I'll be well