Lyrics One-Way Ticket To Breakdown - Okta Logue

One-Way Ticket To Breakdown

Across the street there is a man
With a look so tempting
Flipping coins from hand to hand
Or at least pretending
I know, but you don’t
He’ll most likely get you where he wants
'Cause you need, what he keeps:
Fresh supply for fever reveries
A one-way ticket to breakdown
Your bittersweet friend in need
In cold sweat you’re tryin' to keep calm on hazy street
Salty sweets and fever dreams
And in his shiny leather shoes
He’s out there gambling
He carries strawberry jewels
But his ace is pending
I know, but you don’t
You most likely end up where he wants
You need what he keeps:
Gasoline for fever reveries
Your one-way ticket to wake up
Your bittersweet friend in need
In cold sweat you’re tryin' to get out of the juicing machine
Salty sweets and fever dreams
A tangerine in a juicing machine