Waist deep and bottled up, trace the lines down through my chest
Eyes laid on a new day, or time to regress
My morning reprieve, gives way at the seems, then Im struck, then Im stuck in mud
With lilacs that loom in the darkness
with liquor and love in my heart
with ritalin and reds they mess with my head, but somehow I feel more alive
Sticks and stones and the weight of your bones are the things that we carry
Through high school, to heartache, to college, cull de sac dreams
Rather lay in your bed, then have your face turn red cuz you know you always say the wrong thing
this migraine has lasted for hours
this come down has lasted for days
when the weight of the world falls down at your door you need a pick me up to tip it your way
no honor in our crumbling standards
but the mirror stands to shoot dirty looks
I hate myself, I'd face myself, but I ain't got the guts to just stand in myself and stare on
With lilacs that loom in the darkness
with liquor and love in my heart
with ritalin and reds they mess with my head, but somehow I feel more alive
But lilacs don't bloom in the darkness
and liquor don't put love in your heart
and ritalin and reds they fuck with my head but I guess I knew that from the start
Yeah I guess I knew that from the start
Well your whole life has been billed to this moment
but you stutter and the moment has passed
you think how could I hold such gold in my hand
Well for people like us it don't last
And the morning is fast approaching I can see the glimmer of light
When you are caught on the things you used to be, you think god could I have one more night
You think god could I have one more night
I read your face and It looked like It said you don't know me
Well the years they go by and the bruises they start to add up
cement the cruise control riding around on my highway
and the exits they come and they go but I never get off
and the kindness you show don't matter to me cuz Im angry
and I bark and I bite at the people that I love the most
When you're over the hill and your best days are behind you
Its hard not to wallow when you know that you have let them down
Taking another drag
Holding your deepest breath
wondering when things will change they have to get better
but everybody's moving on
Writing stained on the wall
and all I can think about is the shit that got stuck in my head
You're stuck in my head
Stuck in my head...
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