Expectations low.
Stoned stung and jet-lagged.
Pay the taxi fare (don't know how we go back).
You're staring at a screen with all the rats you smell.
No talk of where you've been,
you're homesick for a hell.

A stranger with a smile has paid you a visit.
Your skin is for the show and they scalped the ticket.
Our friends have turned their backs
but (somehow) that's okay.
Balance the bona fide from those that we call fake.

Don't pull me up.
I would drown happily.
They are the deepend and I've forgotten how to breathe.

Don't pull me up.
I would drown happily.
They are the deepend and I've forgotten how to breathe.

Don't pull me up.
I would drown happily.
They are the deepend and I've forgotten how to breathe.