passing out
giving in
this final pill
it bleeds me
reaching out
breathing in
this righteous path
it drains me
in my hand
drips of sweet
contraband
let me sleep
falling out of my controll
'til a better day
pack your things and drive straight home
and just leave it up to me
all comes out
nothing in
an emptiness that haunts me
left alone
pray i keep
skin and bone
still i weep
falling out of my control
'til a better day
pack your thing s and drive straight home
and just leave it up to me
to me
falling out of my contral
'til a better day
pack your things and drive straight home
and just leave it up to me
to me |