Flight Home

Noisy city, the exchange give you cotton balls You pulling teeth well I am not involved The whole old team switched into some camouflage And I just been refreshing my candor And your weight fluctuating cus you on and off the carousel A couple plastic envelopes A couple parables I wish that I could find success as quick as fentanyl But maybe I should lower my standards And it's cold dinner Everything I eat is freezer burnt You wish me well But I could go to hell and get a couple seats saved for us Before you admit what you saw in me Is what's inside us all and that shits waiting on the other side I've seen a couple of lines divide lives Baby I've been deprived of a life this whole time That salt mine that you digging in eventually gonna dry up And you gone end up asking me "why us?" The pilot light been out And you ran out of ammo a long time ago So, you just wave around this heavy empty pistol All those vague threats are paramount The only thing you really care about is lashing out And trynna make the camel drink some water That it don't want or need I been so far between sleep I am not awake I don't dream I am dead set on setting every dead body in this shitty closet on fire Cus, I got no use for skeletons Dark lines on the aluminum foil I swear I have been a really good boy No prince She got a frog in her throat Make you buy your plane tickets But I always buy your flight home Dark lines on the aluminum foil I swear I have been a really good boy No prince She got a frog in her throat Make you buy your plane tickets She ask me why I write lyrics like this I tripped and fell into a self-made pyramid scheme The one you take home I'm sorta like your methadone It's always he or she said It's been a long game of telephone Ring ring ring operator How in the f*ck I get this dope sick and nauseated orchestrator Out this pit with the orchestra And back into the parking lot The barking dogs are not alert And I just need a smaller shirt I'm still up to the same tricks I still f*ck the same ex-bitch who flew down But she won't say shit What you think she did with 3 days vacation Mama had an apron on before she started baking, yeh She still on that heroin and fet But the sex good So, I just keep my safe dial turned to my lucky number You nod out you get a dented bumper Better luck next year Bring the sticker for a better summer I'm overqualified to over analyze I got that lost look of Xan's in my eyes Love you forever written all in my peripherals I guess it's better than the rearview Cus that shit is always closer than you think it is I'm still a little kid I just got a bigger sandbox to dig for needles in Peter Pan was a liar Captain Hook was a good guy So, you can dry up all those fucking crocodile tears Tick tick Dark lines on the aluminum foil I swear I have been a really good boy No prince She got a frog in her throat Make you buy your plane tickets But I always buy your flight home