Float away from my problems every night
In hand an orange Bic lighter and a water filled pipe
For a moment I am blind from all the problems in my life

Trying to deny that theres is something wrong with me
Collateral damage at the top of my anatomy
Sip a little science and it carries all my shit away

Sit down and sing a sad song
Feel the tears trickle down
The skin on my skeleton

I need love, soon

Seams of the laughter's vanished with a cloud of smoke
I Look into the glass at a man that I used to know
Stabbed him In the back as this habit has grown out of control

I heat up a scented candle and settle into a lucid dream
A dream where I am fallin' and falling for an eternity
I hear a single voice it's circling round like a bird of prey

Scream at the top of my lungs
I yearn that it was
Someone else's reality

I need love, soon

Life can be hard when you lose your mind
Even harder when you give away your friend
Now I lay here over analysing everything
Oh It's cold, cold, cold in this bed of mine