'Medicine' by Megan Moroney – Lyrics & Meaning

Country hitmaker Megan Moroney’s third studio album, Cloud 9, has been a long awaited, highly anticipated release.

On Friday (Feb. 20), Moroney gifted us the album, covered in pink and sprinkled in glitter. Across Cloud 9, Moroney makes her way through breakups, heartache, pain and… revenge. Leaning into the charming sarcasm she’s come to be known for, ‘Medicine’ is a perfect representation of just how petty Moroney can be, and we love it.

Some of the tracks on the Am I Okay? follow-up have been teased before, Moroney often taking to her social media to offer sneak peeks of upcoming songs. The 'Georgia Girl' left ‘Medicine’ to the very last minute, posting a clip of the song a mere two days before release day, and it was immediately clear that this one will make a seamless fit into her discography. As she calls out a guy who has done her wrong (many times) and makes him feel exactly the way she’s been feeling, there’s no doubt that this will become a classic country revenge track.

We can imagine ‘Medicine’ fitting in well with other Moroney classic hits like ‘Bless Your Heart’ and ‘6 Months Later’; and with the star heading out on a world tour in 2026, we’re hoping that the track will become a permanent feature on the Cloud 9 Tour setlist. Perhaps we can have a revenge section of the show? The Emo Cowgirls would probably be into that.

As one of the most upbeat tracks on Cloud 9, ‘Medicine’ immediately kicks off with an infectious beat and an electric feel. Moroney’s raspy vocals keep the melody going as she delivers her sarcastic lines with a smile.

The track leans into a '90s country vibe, has a taste of her classic emo cowgirl rock, and blends with a full-blown catchy country pop perfectly. A solo guitar break, passed between electric and steel, tops off the track and might just make it one of the album’s best. This one will be playing on repeat.

"Ain’t heard from you in three long days
You won’t hear from me for five
Oh, you gave your number to an LA blonde?
Well, I gave a quarterback mine
And you don’t like my short black dress
Well, it’s going out tonight
And if it hits a floor
It won’t be yours this time"

The gloriously sarcastic track kicks off with Moroney singing to a guy who’s just a bit of a… bad guy? Going long periods of no contact, flirting with other girls, and still feeling entitled to have control, there’s no wonder that our ‘Tennessee Orange’ singer has crafted up this track. Luckily, though, she knows exactly how to get her own back, it’s a lot like high school days, giving her number to the star QB and hitting the bars in a classic little black dress – vengeance never goes out of style.

Jealousy? Revenge? Doesn’t matter, we’ve got our girl's back.

"Is it bitter going down, down, down?
You don’t like it too much, do you?
Coming back around, round, ’round
Ain’t as fun when it’s happening to you
Oh, poor, poor you
Now, who’s the fool?
Say I’m messing with your head again
Well, how you like the taste of your own medicine?"

In a clever take on the iconic phrase, “taste of your own medicine”, the chorus of the catchy track flips the script and sees Moroney asking the guy that hurt her exactly how good it feels to be treated badly. With her sarcastic charm in full force, she’s not even giving up when he says she’s “messing with his head again”. She’s just proving her point, right?

"Hey don’t blame me when you can’t sleep
Busy pacing back and forth
I’m just doing once, what you’ve done to me
A thousand times before
You’re re-reading my texts, actin’ obsessed
Feeling just a little bit crazy
Now who’s batshit certifiable, baby?"

This relationship has been through that on-again-off-again, complicated situationship cycle – the one that has a foundation built on overthinking and under-trusting. As Moroney just keeps letting this guy lose at his own game, surely by now he’s starting to get the message?

If we weren’t already, we’re entirely on Moroney’s side as she throws a final shot, using what must be his own words and asking, “Now, who’s batshit certifiable?”

"So, take a shot
Just throw it back
Don’t worry, babe
I’m gonna call you back
In a hundred and twenty hours
I’ll bring you real nice flowers
You should try crying in the shower, it’s really great"

She’s not moved on from those predictable three-day silences as she makes a dig at this guy’s attempt at "sorry", but nice flowers don’t make up for those repeated bad actions that always lead to crying in the shower.

Moroney tells this guy not to worry, that she’ll follow through with what she says and leave no questions to be asked – it’s just delivered with a very good dose of Georgia Girl sarcasm.

“Oh, how the turns have tabled,” as Moroney (or Michael Scott) would say.

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Ain’t heard from you in three long days
You won’t hear from me for five
Oh, you gave your number to an LA blonde?
Well, I gave a quarterback mine
And you don’t like my short black dress
Well, it’s going out tonight
And if it hits a floor
It won’t be yours this time

Is it bitter going down, down, down?
You don’t like it too much, do you?
Coming back around, round, ’round
Ain’t as fun when it’s happening to you
Oh, poor, poor you
Now, who’s the fool?
Say I’m messing with your head again
Well, how you like the taste of your own medicine?

Hey don’t blame me when you can’t sleep
Busy pacing back and forth (pacing back and forth)
I’m just doing once, what you’ve done to me
A thousand times before (a thousand times before)
You’re re-reading my texts, actin’ obsessed
Feeling just a little bit crazy (cr-cr-cr-crazy)
Now who’s batshit certifiable, baby?

Is it bitter going down, down, down?
You don’t like it too much, do you?
Coming back around, ’round, ’round
Ain’t as fun when it’s happening to you
Oh, poor, poor you
Now, who’s the fool? (who’s the fool?)
Say I’m messing with your head again
Well, how you like the taste of your own medicine?

So, take a shot
Just throw it back
Don’t worry, babe
I’m gonna call you back
In a hundred and twenty hours
I’ll bring you real nice flowers
You should try crying in the shower, it’s really great

It’s so bitter going down, down, down (down, down, down)
You don’t like it too much, do you?
Coming back around, ’round, ’round (’round, ’round, ’round)
Ain’t as fun when it’s happening to you
Oh, poor, poor you
Now, who’s the fool? (poor, poor you)
Say I’m messing with your head again
Well, how you like the taste of your own medicine?

It ain’t no lie, my phone just died
Ain’t that what you said again?
Here’s a big ol’ heaping spoon of your own medicine
Baby, how you like the taste of your own medicine?

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