Fever Trippin', Too
Wide eyed, tossing, turning so I take some shit so I can go to sleep
And drift off in the dreamless dark alone
I down this one as fast as I can
So I can get on to the next and the next one
Honestly, I just want to go home
If I can
Summertime
The wind is changing
The stars come out to drop and fade away
Birds and lights are circling over me
In another life
The wind blows you wide open
Smashed and broke your chandelier
Looking back
I see it crystalline
As I float away
All these conversations on a ferris wheel
Spinning to nothing
I just want to get off of it please
Please
Please
Please
But I'm just tripping
Fever tripping
On my own shoelaces
Trapped in desperate places
As I rattle on home
I'm backwards slipping
In my opinion
It's a clinical condition
If my meds were only working
I could just get out of bed
But there is no escape
I keep getting stuck here
In every possible way
I just shield my eyes to the screaming sunlight
I see it spin
I feel myself rotting away
Am I sick enough?
I am sick enough
Am I sick enough?
I am sick enough
I heard you shouting
Stampeding out your mouth
A polemic at a dumbfounded crowd
Hidden in figures
We couldn't figure you out
What you said or what would happen next
But I know the kind of ghost you are
Spell it out in lipstick on my wall
If I have to live here haunted
Just let me go
If it mattered to me at all
I've forgotten
Or I've gotten over it
And drift off in the dreamless dark alone
I down this one as fast as I can
So I can get on to the next and the next one
Honestly, I just want to go home
If I can
Summertime
The wind is changing
The stars come out to drop and fade away
Birds and lights are circling over me
In another life
The wind blows you wide open
Smashed and broke your chandelier
Looking back
I see it crystalline
As I float away
All these conversations on a ferris wheel
Spinning to nothing
I just want to get off of it please
Please
Please
Please
But I'm just tripping
Fever tripping
On my own shoelaces
Trapped in desperate places
As I rattle on home
I'm backwards slipping
In my opinion
It's a clinical condition
If my meds were only working
I could just get out of bed
But there is no escape
I keep getting stuck here
In every possible way
I just shield my eyes to the screaming sunlight
I see it spin
I feel myself rotting away
Am I sick enough?
I am sick enough
Am I sick enough?
I am sick enough
I heard you shouting
Stampeding out your mouth
A polemic at a dumbfounded crowd
Hidden in figures
We couldn't figure you out
What you said or what would happen next
But I know the kind of ghost you are
Spell it out in lipstick on my wall
If I have to live here haunted
Just let me go
If it mattered to me at all
I've forgotten
Or I've gotten over it
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Biri
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