The Low Anthem - Apothecary Love lyrics

I met her down at the apothecary Her sad sad eyes, the burden she carried Oh darling, try this one if you need a friend I've got the cure for the shape that you're in When you met me you were numb from the voice in your head Conspiracy delusions that your boyfriend kept fed I sewar I want nothing, just give me your hand I've got the cure for the shape that you're in With her saccharine luster, she's a hard little pill But she eased me and taught my hands to be still Just once in the morning, and evening again She had the cure for the shape I was in All delusions of grandeur, they've long left my head As I gave up the notion that I've been well bred First she shot me with whisky, then chased me with gin But swore I was the cure for the shape she was in Then she left me here reeling with that time-release feeling Like a long wisp of hunger, I swung from the ceiling So if you see me down at the apotheceary again I can't find a cure for the shape that I'm in