Please excuse me sir, could you spare some change?
Every day i get up and its' all the same
I am inside out in a sideways place,
I got friends who are on, but they're all mistakes
And the bottle tips to my open throat
And the needle hits on the skin so cold,
I am underneath, I cannot control,
Crave.
Fill me up until my plate is full
Is it for my head, is it for my fuel.
I will open up, i will swallow whole.
Sugar in the veins and the hearts consoled

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS