Nowhere
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Wilburn
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