Float away from my problems every night In hand an orange Bic lighter and a water filled pipe For a moment I am blind from all the problems in my life
Trying to deny that theres is something wrong with me Collateral damage at the top of my anatomy Sip a little science and it carries all my shit away
Sit down and sing a sad song Feel the tears trickle down The skin on my skeleton
I need love, soon
Seams of the laughter's vanished with a cloud of smoke I Look into the glass at a man that I used to know Stabbed him In the back as this habit has grown out of control
I heat up a scented candle and settle into a lucid dream A dream where I am fallin' and falling for an eternity I hear a single voice it's circling round like a bird of prey
Scream at the top of my lungs I yearn that it was Someone else's reality
I need love, soon
Life can be hard when you lose your mind Even harder when you give away your friend Now I lay here over analysing everything Oh It's cold, cold, cold in this bed of mine