Memphis

Mayflower to Memphis brings methadone Monday blues I've got a seasick roommate, says it's best to count the days by twos Cause counting singular days can be too much in this place You can lie all you want but you'll never get that look off your face That says, what the hell am I doing here? Coming home with a new diagnosis to talk about Thought if I stayed there long enough, I'd surely sweat it out But when I went outside to look up the ground caught my attention And it said, what the hell are you doing here? Beware of the guilt trap Beware of the way you found yourself there Beware of the guilt trap Either way it'll swallow you up before You can buy the next bag But you didn't just buy that You also bought suffering Take me to the desert and let me dry I can't take it, can't take when my lover Sees death in my eyes Take me to the desert and let me dry But there's no desert in Memphis So I'll sit here and wait out my time Just sit back, relax, while I put the needle in your ear Suddenly everything but me disappears I found eternity inside the moment I'm bound to But eternity fades and I'm back here pale and blue What the f*ck am I doing here? Beware of the guilt trap Beware of the way you found yourself there Beware of the guilt trap Either way it'll swallow you up before You can buy the next bag But you didn't just buy that Did you?