Cig stained lines
And chemical dives
You've got a pocket full of lows
And you're coming in real high
A hardwired sound
Surrounds you
I know that this is what you are
Whiskey soaked truth
And staggering highs
There's a thousand revelations
Blurring the hard line
Collapsing the wave
Around you
I know that this is what you are
A pocket full of lows and you're going nowhere
You made this
It follows you
Into the dark
Going nowhere
You made this
It follows you
Into the dark
Going nowhere