TWO0ONE6

All this talk about a paycheque Always falling into fake debt Now you say you need a face lift Well, take me back to two oh one six When love was in our interest And we were blinded by our innocence Like the first time we got wasted And you haven't got to worry about shit Because I was loved And I loved myself My mental health was top shelf Parallel Universe Memories feel like someone else Now I'm trapped in life and scared of death I can't sleep but there's a body shape carved in my bed Losing ground in my own head Break the fall with Percocets You're tasting colours in your bed And your favourite kind is shades of red Poring salt into the wounds that you burned with cigarettes Daydreaming about crazy kinds of sex The roses drowned inside the womb of her mother when she left Different smiles for different faces Still stuck in the same places Now the drugs that I'm laced with Take me back to two oh one six Falling back to earth from space ships The come downs make me feel so sick I guess the real drug I am chasing Is the high of two oh one six