Lyrics

i make a stabbing sound
fall back onto the ground

well i find
every time
when i’m back on my knees
fumbling around
it’s a foregone
conclusion
every time i try
but the contact gets me high

you see me lying here
wonder how i see things dear

well i find
every time
when i’m flat on my face
hopelessly down
it’s a foregone
conclusion
every time i try
but the contact gets me high