Lifted

You know I hate it when you're stoned
I never meant to be this sober
I guess we're right where we belong
But tonight, I can't come over

Now you can't connect with me
But I don't blame it on that strain of weed
Something keeps fucking with my head
And I'm having those dreams again

Where I'm lifted, shifting, turned around and twisted
On a darkened sea in the middle of a storm
Lifted, swimming, the ocean current ripping
Will I see you if I make it to the shore

Sometimes I wish that I was drunk
Twenty-seven, with my Georgia friends
But I never made it in that club
And it's too late to start again

So, I will lay me down to sleep
The Seroquel will keep my conscious clean
But I can see her through the pills
Like a fox heading for the hills

She's lifted, swift and running hard but she's missing
Through the Northwest woods, looking for a home
Turning, yearning, the night forest is burning
She will make it there before the dream is gone

I don't know where you are tonight
But I'll see you through the flickering of dreams
In the morning when we start again
I'll see you where the forest meets the sea

Lifted, shifting, chemicals are spinning
Through our nerves to get us through the night
But in daylight, the sunrise, in your bedroom it's alright
We'll be clean again, and grateful for the light
Grateful for the light
Grateful for the light