Lyrics
Ah— my phone still warm.
More faithful to its mission than me, this mess.
Ah— it’s dead-cold now;
“Okay, just take a pill”—and down it goes.
I don’t do the things I can’t do.
If my throat is dry, I only drink.
Can’t even turn to ash—haunting spite.
I’ll warm my hands on you tonight.
Ah— I hate the crush of crowds,
Forced to notice all that emptiness.
Ah— status ailments stick to me,
Can’t dispel a thing; I bring it back up.
Pry these sleepy eyelids open,
Heave this heavy head up slowly—
This body never makes it morning;
Play dead till night comes back again.
Ah— I fudge it with a Medicine High,
I'm itching to blow it all away.
Ah— the Medicine High is fading out;
Hello, low-me—well, hi again.
I don’t do the things I can’t do,
And there’s nothing that I want to, too.
Like flavorless gum, I chew through
this self again—makes no sense!
Looser even than a liquid,
tight as a solid, so cramped.
Save your hopes; it won’t help.
I’ll warm my hands on you tonight.
More faithful to its mission than me, this mess.
Ah— it’s dead-cold now;
“Okay, just take a pill”—and down it goes.
I don’t do the things I can’t do.
If my throat is dry, I only drink.
Can’t even turn to ash—haunting spite.
I’ll warm my hands on you tonight.
Ah— I hate the crush of crowds,
Forced to notice all that emptiness.
Ah— status ailments stick to me,
Can’t dispel a thing; I bring it back up.
Pry these sleepy eyelids open,
Heave this heavy head up slowly—
This body never makes it morning;
Play dead till night comes back again.
Ah— I fudge it with a Medicine High,
I'm itching to blow it all away.
Ah— the Medicine High is fading out;
Hello, low-me—well, hi again.
I don’t do the things I can’t do,
And there’s nothing that I want to, too.
Like flavorless gum, I chew through
this self again—makes no sense!
Looser even than a liquid,
tight as a solid, so cramped.
Save your hopes; it won’t help.
I’ll warm my hands on you tonight.