STUCK
I'm still there
On the bathroom floor overdosed
With a girl that I turned into a whore
I'm still there
At the evergreen tree by the porch
Putting her into the pit that I dug for my soul
I'm still there
Holding up myself for my boys
They all know how bad I want to let go
I'm still there
In the past reliving all that I had
Remembering when I die I'll have my mug and my pash
I'm still there
On the bathroom floor overdosed
With a girl that I turned into a whore
I'm still there
At the evergreen tree by the porch
Putting her into the pit that I dug for my soul
I'm still there
Holding up myself for my boys
They all know how bad I want to let go
I'm still there
In the past reliving all that I had
Remembering when I die I'll have my mug and my pash
Another long night
Taking on my mind
Another fight within
My demons seem to fall
But I never seem to win
I think I need another hit
Another line
I taste the drip and vomit
Maybe if my body's a plague
My mind will be less sick
Is this it?
Is my circle tight or am I gaslit
Is my head right or do I need to get a grip
I gotta get away and I don't mean a trip
I wanna put one in my brain and that's it
Taking on my mind
Another fight within
My demons seem to fall
But I never seem to win
I think I need another hit
Another line
I taste the drip and vomit
Maybe if my body's a plague
My mind will be less sick
Is this it?
Is my circle tight or am I gaslit
Is my head right or do I need to get a grip
I gotta get away and I don't mean a trip
I wanna put one in my brain and that's it
I'm still there
On the bathroom floor overdosed
With a girl that I turned into a whore
I'm still there
At the evergreen tree by the porch
Putting her into the pit that I dug for my soul
I'm still there
Holding up myself for my boys
They all know how bad I want to let go
I'm still there
In the past reliving all that I had
Remembering when I die I'll have my mug and my pash
I'm still there
On the bathroom floor overdosed
With a girl that I turned into a whore
I'm still there
At the evergreen tree by the porch
Putting her into the pit that I dug for my soul
I'm still there
Holding up myself for my boys
They all know how bad I want to let go
I'm still there
In the past reliving all that I had
Remembering when I die I'll have my mug and my pash
On the bathroom floor overdosed
With a girl that I turned into a whore
I'm still there
At the evergreen tree by the porch
Putting her into the pit that I dug for my soul
I'm still there
Holding up myself for my boys
They all know how bad I want to let go
I'm still there
In the past reliving all that I had
Remembering when I die I'll have my mug and my pash
I'm still there
On the bathroom floor overdosed
With a girl that I turned into a whore
I'm still there
At the evergreen tree by the porch
Putting her into the pit that I dug for my soul
I'm still there
Holding up myself for my boys
They all know how bad I want to let go
I'm still there
In the past reliving all that I had
Remembering when I die I'll have my mug and my pash
Another long night
Taking on my mind
Another fight within
My demons seem to fall
But I never seem to win
I think I need another hit
Another line
I taste the drip and vomit
Maybe if my body's a plague
My mind will be less sick
Is this it?
Is my circle tight or am I gaslit
Is my head right or do I need to get a grip
I gotta get away and I don't mean a trip
I wanna put one in my brain and that's it
Taking on my mind
Another fight within
My demons seem to fall
But I never seem to win
I think I need another hit
Another line
I taste the drip and vomit
Maybe if my body's a plague
My mind will be less sick
Is this it?
Is my circle tight or am I gaslit
Is my head right or do I need to get a grip
I gotta get away and I don't mean a trip
I wanna put one in my brain and that's it
I'm still there
On the bathroom floor overdosed
With a girl that I turned into a whore
I'm still there
At the evergreen tree by the porch
Putting her into the pit that I dug for my soul
I'm still there
Holding up myself for my boys
They all know how bad I want to let go
I'm still there
In the past reliving all that I had
Remembering when I die I'll have my mug and my pash
I'm still there
On the bathroom floor overdosed
With a girl that I turned into a whore
I'm still there
At the evergreen tree by the porch
Putting her into the pit that I dug for my soul
I'm still there
Holding up myself for my boys
They all know how bad I want to let go
I'm still there
In the past reliving all that I had
Remembering when I die I'll have my mug and my pash
Credits
Writer(s): Allen Perley
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