Gloomy Sunday afternoon. You always tell yourself it's never too soon. Weak knees on old chapel stairs. Is she there or does she know? But what do you really care?
Melting down your memories on hotel silverware. Coursing through your blood, does it get you somewhere?
Hazy burning bloodshot eyes. Free me you scream in your demise. Another couple hundred strung out smoke screen nights. Make sure to always keep your fix just so that you feel right. Do you feel right at home?
Your lost in your mind. Will you ever come down?
Woozy, you're lost in your mind. Lose me, you'll never come down.
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