i said, "i don't mind if we spin me round."
an easy burn, a calmer nerve.
a casual comedown.
i don't mind just one more go around.
i'm sober still, and overkill
might finally figure me out.
but now we're inside,
and i don't feel right.
my god, i've turned my knuckles white.
you say, "kid, are you alright"
but i lost my shoes in the lack of light.
my lungs, they burn, for the kitchen door.
my visions blurred and it starts to pour.
i'm blackout barefoot in the rain.
oh. i know i'm all undone.
maybe there's no romance in being numb.
but the devil's lips are a Judas kiss,
cause they burn like hell, but it's so honest.
i feel it, love, i'm all undone.
i don't mind, i'll sleep under dome light.
you say it's just a bad trip, but you don't believe it.
please don't lie, i'm not fine.
i'm out of touch, and shaken up,
and far from my right mind.
is it over yet?
i swear i felt you miss me
in the swing of my head from
the wheel to the seat
so the drivers side where i'll sleep.
in hopes that i might feel you breathe.
when i find strength and find my feet,
and the drugs wear off, and i find relief.
i'm only left with memories
of what it's like to feel you leave.