Prescriber Nights from Rounds by Mediq
Tracklist
| 3. | Prescriber Nights | 3:06 |
Lyrics
Pager static swims in fluorescent haze
Footsteps scrawl codes on linoleum waves
Prescriber’s shadow flickers, one hand hides the phrase
Caseband pulse chasing sleep’s lost days
Dose math in the blood—blackbook hiding the fail
Pharma hacks in the margin, trust balanced on a nail
Prescriber winks—‘til morning, only the wise inhale
Instructions fray, truth trickles through an acetaminophen veil
Pager’s yawn slow, hope arranges itself in a tale
Autonomy’s cost chilling in an unmarked vial
Awake between dosage and doubt
My rotation’s twist unwinds the route
I draw business cards on a saline tag
Handwriting flickers—catch insomnia’s drag
Each order a question, calm face a sag
Prescriber lines up tic-tac wisdom, pillbox flag
Night’s arithmetic pinches, logic tags
Responsibility heavy, badge stitched to a rag
—So you cross-check everything? Even the slips? (Always double back.)
—But the margin—what if I miss the wrist flick? (Pages give warnings, learn to listen quick.)
—Sometimes I stare at the codes ‘til they bleed. (Listen, nobody writes precision their first speed.)
—Is it wrong I want out? (Wrong? Only if you forget who you are—)
—It’s just numbers, right? (No, numbers treat, stories heal.)
Counting the verdicts in scattered pill skins,
I scribble small braveries in cheap hospital bins.
Prescriber sneaks me one line: ‘Tomorrow, you begin’
Decisions taste bitter on guilt-tinted chins.
But the blackbook sings patience where surety thins,
I’m less a stranger—my scribbles carry twin grins.
Prescriber Nights, hold me tight—
Pages spin but I write my own sign
Prescriber Nights, one line right—
Under dim codes, become what I design.
Pill bottles whisper, quiet orders unwind








