Pretty Paracetamol - John Watts

Pretty paracetamol you soothe my aching brow

I need you when my heart is spinning round

I look into the looking glass but none of them is me

It takes at least an hour to pin me down

First impressions often lie

They always fool the naked eye

I hold you gently on my tongue and then you drift away

It’s hard to read the writing on the label

I force my hands out sideways but I can’t resist the strain

And it don’t help me, no it don’t help me

First impressions often lie

They always fool the naked eye

I think I recognize a friendly face I’ve seen before

(don't you despair)

It’s moving far too quickly to be sure

Tangled in a web of twisted memories and lies

(There's no one there)

I’m fighting for a reason to go on

Pretty paracetamol you soothe my aching brow

I need you when my heart is spinning round

I multiply myself by two in the mirror on the wall

But it don’t help me, no it don’t help me

First impressions often lie

They always fool the naked eye

I think I’ve lost control, I think I’ve lost control

I think I’ve lost control, I think I’ve lost control