| It’s over now
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| Emotions still erratic but I’m sober now
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| But if there was a shining road for me to take
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| I’d call upon a darker path to show itself
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| Have you ever seen me act in such a state
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| In times of stress just go and look the other way
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| I lost another charger up in Soho House
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| Before the driver took me to another place
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| And so…
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| My head isn’t straight
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| I’m in pain
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| Take me away
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| And throw me in the midst of lust
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| Pray the label covers us
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| It feels like my bed is a hospital bed
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| The time is now
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| For me to claw myself away from pain and doubt
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| And carry on my shoulders what I started when
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| Pleasing you was all I really was about
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| Maybe you’d have someone if I left you then
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| And so I keep in mind you might have gone away
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| Or taken on another person’s blood to drink
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| I think that the arrangement we both have is great
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| It’s death at whom I stare
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| I think she’s unaware
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| And so my heart is enlarged and enflamed
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| Put me in graves
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| And throw me in the midst of lust
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| Pray the label covers us
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| It feels like my bed is a hospital bed
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| Throw me in the midst of lust
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| Throw me in the midst of lust |