(Aah-ah) (Aah-ah) (Aah-ah) My pocket's full of poetry But I've no one to impress And I'm sitting on my own again In my favourite yellow dress Well, I hold on to these memories Incase I let go again And I don't care for reality It's better to pretend And so you cling on to me Like a leaf to a winter's tree Hanging for your life hopelessly Sertraline Sertraline My head is full of languages I cannot comprehend Whatever they mean It's a means to an end And I'm packed full of ideas That I cannot convey I don't believe in heaven All I seem to do is pray And so you cling on to me Like the snow on a winter's sea Blanketing disaster underneath And I don't know who I am Without you there to hold my hand Will someone come and show me how to be Sertraline? Sertraline ♪ Sertraline Sertraline Sertraline (make me feel better, make me feel better) Sertraline (make me feel better, please)