We're all living in debt But its all right you know Honey i've been breaking the band Keeping you close, sticking you up I'm going to pay you back Go right on with what you do As pale as your hands are they hold some kind of light Some kind of darkness, some kind of fight You're just the kind of medicine to keep my spirit up Cause sometimes when i'm dying you say Fuck that other stuff We're cut from the same cloth We're cut by the same blade In the same scars you and I bear We can follow I'm going to cut you down I'm going to use you up And give you away for next to nothing Because i can't give you enough Darling, darling, darling You're just the kind of medicine to keep my spirit up Cause sometimes when i'm dying you say Fuck that other stuff