They Make A Pill For That (Poem)

THEY MAKE A PILL FOR THAT

You left without a reason.
You was lyin’; you was cheatin’,
but I was the fool for believin’
and it made me ill.

Couldn’t get up out of bed.
They make a pill for that;
now, I’m dancin’ ‘round instead.
Couldn’t get you off my mind.
They make a pill for that;
now, I’ve left you far behind.

It seems a waste to feel the blues
when the sun’s still shining.
It seems a waste to shed these tears,
so I’m done with crying.
I prob’ly should feel sad.
I prob’ly should be mad,
but I can’t seem to feel that bad.

You infected me just like the flu.
They make a pill for that;
now, I’m getting over you.
Couldn’t get past what you done.
They make a pill for that;
now, I’m having so much fun.

It seems a waste to feel the blues
when the sun’s still shining.
It seems a waste to shed these tears,
so I’m done with crying.
I prob’ly should feel sad.
I prob’ly should be mad,
but I can’t seem to feel that bad.
I shouldn’t be so fine.
I prob’ly should be dying,
but I can’t seem to find the time.

You left without a reason.
You was lyin’; you was cheatin’,
but doctors still make house calls.
There’s a cure for you after all.