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