My Dying Spirit
I'm barely on my feet, mama
Barely holding on by a thread
Every night, I lose a different friend
Thought I had it how I wanted
I'm far away as I could ever dream
I don't think California's my speed
All on my own
All I know
If I'm high like those other guys you've kissed
Maybe I'll find you in my bed again
But I'm all alone, living on the edge
I'm right at the limit, will I ever heal my dying spirit?, oh
I'm hanging on needless hunger
It keeps the tears out the devil's eyes
I don't eat because he tells me that it's fine
Barely even standing now
Goddamn, I need another round
I can hear my name out in the crowd, yeah, yeah
If I'm high like those other guys you've kissed
Maybe I'll find you in my bed again
But I'm all alone living on the edge
I'm right at the limit, will I ever heal my dying spirit?
If I was a hotel lobby you'd be mighty fucking sorry
To be staying at this piece of shit right off Highway nine
I'm on the floor of my kitchen on a vaporizing mission
To find a little calm, please ease my mind
I'm so sorry, Alex, I won't make her graduation
But tell this lonely girl she's the apple of my eye
Tell her, "Take your time, take your time"
"Take your, take your, take your time," I get high
Yeah, oh, baby, yeah (oh), oh, oh
Every night I'm hanging on by a thread, oh
Yeah, oh, babe, yeah, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll never heal it, my dying spirit
Barely holding on by a thread
Every night, I lose a different friend
Thought I had it how I wanted
I'm far away as I could ever dream
I don't think California's my speed
All on my own
All I know
If I'm high like those other guys you've kissed
Maybe I'll find you in my bed again
But I'm all alone, living on the edge
I'm right at the limit, will I ever heal my dying spirit?, oh
I'm hanging on needless hunger
It keeps the tears out the devil's eyes
I don't eat because he tells me that it's fine
Barely even standing now
Goddamn, I need another round
I can hear my name out in the crowd, yeah, yeah
If I'm high like those other guys you've kissed
Maybe I'll find you in my bed again
But I'm all alone living on the edge
I'm right at the limit, will I ever heal my dying spirit?
If I was a hotel lobby you'd be mighty fucking sorry
To be staying at this piece of shit right off Highway nine
I'm on the floor of my kitchen on a vaporizing mission
To find a little calm, please ease my mind
I'm so sorry, Alex, I won't make her graduation
But tell this lonely girl she's the apple of my eye
Tell her, "Take your time, take your time"
"Take your, take your, take your time," I get high
Yeah, oh, baby, yeah (oh), oh, oh
Every night I'm hanging on by a thread, oh
Yeah, oh, babe, yeah, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll never heal it, my dying spirit
Credits
Writer(s): Greyson Michael Chance, Martin Wiklund
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