Jersey Devil
Help
I'm awake
I'm alive but I'm fake
This is not my walk
Nor my shit-talk
I've got wit
I've got charm
I've got torn t-shirt arms
You used to love me
But now I'm nothing
And that's something I can't be
Help
I've had dreams
Of a repeating scene
Happiness calls
From behind a glass wall
Hit too hard to be hoax
Felt its force stone-cold sober
One night in the kitchen
So close I could touch it
But instead I went to sleep
When I'm high
I'm fire
When I'm not
I'm fucking toilet water
Spilt from some pissed-in pot
In a hot dive, Asbury Park
Where the hopeless make home after dark
It's like no one else can see what I see
The man, the myth, the mystery
Whatever you want me to be!
A hollow husk to fuck and feed!
That's what I call love, baby!
Another day of demons digging into me
With silent syphon fangs that no one else can see
Then I flick ash to my feet
Before screaming in my sleep
I left all of my friends back in Dirty Jersey
To drink in the corner of America's party
But when all the kegs are kicked
You sleep or you get sick
And I think that I got sick
Because my mind's caught in a loop
Moving muscles in my mouth
To make every sound but the truth
God, give me back the Jersey Shore
Our sandy Summer, high and hot
Fuck it, I'll drive all night to you
There's no one's telling me to stop
I'm awake
I'm alive but I'm fake
This is not my walk
Nor my shit-talk
I've got wit
I've got charm
I've got torn t-shirt arms
You used to love me
But now I'm nothing
And that's something I can't be
Help
I've had dreams
Of a repeating scene
Happiness calls
From behind a glass wall
Hit too hard to be hoax
Felt its force stone-cold sober
One night in the kitchen
So close I could touch it
But instead I went to sleep
When I'm high
I'm fire
When I'm not
I'm fucking toilet water
Spilt from some pissed-in pot
In a hot dive, Asbury Park
Where the hopeless make home after dark
It's like no one else can see what I see
The man, the myth, the mystery
Whatever you want me to be!
A hollow husk to fuck and feed!
That's what I call love, baby!
Another day of demons digging into me
With silent syphon fangs that no one else can see
Then I flick ash to my feet
Before screaming in my sleep
I left all of my friends back in Dirty Jersey
To drink in the corner of America's party
But when all the kegs are kicked
You sleep or you get sick
And I think that I got sick
Because my mind's caught in a loop
Moving muscles in my mouth
To make every sound but the truth
God, give me back the Jersey Shore
Our sandy Summer, high and hot
Fuck it, I'll drive all night to you
There's no one's telling me to stop
Credits
Writer(s): Dana Yurcisin
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