sticker song

you like to get high in the morning

with your mind still half alseep

I like to tell myself 

its to extend

a dream

 

the hit

pulls you down

like cold tears on dry wings

that’s when you suggest that we

Keep going on like we are the real thing

 

But still the eyes wont lie for what they steal

healing wings will dry and that’s when you’ll feel

                 how this machine kills

 

You like to get high in the evening 

baby you look good when you do

I come reach down for it

what else’s a man

to do

 

one too

stay, three for me

to stay alive and believe

this whole thing to be as real

as the road on which we drive

 

and the eyes cant lie for all the things they feel

heavy wings wont fly, and thats when you steal

and all the long while…

this machine kills.