down
at the bottom of a good high
i always try to hold on
i grab on to anything
and shove pills down my throat
and then I sit around
feeling sort of naked and alone
hoping that the clouds don’t let go of me
stay here because reality isn’t pretty
when i can’t see past my own ugliness
and i need something to hold on to
i need something to hold on to me
so don’t let go
the pills find their way to my stomach
and i’m waiting for the cold numbness to set in
i’m waiting to feel nothing for a long time
and in my head i’m thinking that convulsions are gonna start
so hold on to the ground
and let myself go again
so i’m floating away from you
and i find myself above the earth
and i find you in the back of my head
where are you pretty girl?
these drugs are like a vaccuum
i’m being sucked in again
and i’ve lost all control but i don’t mind
i come back down;
you press your lips to mine
and i’m so high again
you’re like a drug
but you’re more perfect.