Saturday, November 8, 2008

The Come Down

The table tops are sloppy / the ashtrays overflow
chair legs unscrewed / wobbly / the whiskey spilled
this time what I'd call too far away from my body
no longer joint custody / still held responsible / wrongly
my mind's grown far too bawdy feeling too alone
in somebody else's home jumpin' with so many bodies
my limbs are not my own / these lips cannot / I cannot own
too raw too tawdry / no love between 'em tastin far too salty
then why so convinced my slurrin' comes across slyly
walls are breathin' an' spinnin' like I'm in the laundry
and I wonder why I can see my ghost spryly smilin' beside me

Every time in retrospect I would tell you
that the drugs work / no doubt about it
and I ain't tryin to fill no hole just tryin'
to expand my horizons and feel more whole
but sometimes in retrospect long after the come down
I can tell you that the drugs //
they fuckin' work / sometimes almost too well

So I be faint like a crook / and steal away slowly
to that of my dose / my hook / take it in wholly
shit sir thanks for the bump / appreciated homie
thanks for the cap but I already rolling / all kinds
of shit stirring inside and movin' on through me
whoa I'm comin up way too fast / I'm kinda losing control
wait what did you say? / I can't seem to understand ya
oh god / think I copped too much I can't even stand up
better grasp onto the banister / I know it was too much
don't tell me I told ya / only six more hours 'til the drain
of the come down / just gonna have to wait this shit out
but fuck I'm trippin' balls / just prop me up against the wall
hand me my smokes and a lighter / get me a lemon to suck on
get me some water / kill all the music and turn all of the lights on
sorry but I still got no clue where I am / I do not know my location
I'm experiencing and afraid of every thought that I am thinking
falling apart one piece at a time with every shallow breath I'm taking

just six more hours 'til the come down I know that I can make it
I know I won't swallow my tongue 'cuz I can taste the damage
I know my brain is bleeding but I don't know if I can manage
because I don't know what time is because right now I got
the consciousness of a goldfish and as far as I can tell I've
spent my entire life in a birdcage locked away and banished

just six more hours 'til the come down
just six more hours 'til the come down
just six more hours 'til the come down
shit man I think you need to lay down
hold on / just do the best ya can and wait for it to slow down

just six more hours 'til the come down I know that I can make it
I know I won't swallow my tongue 'cuz I can taste the damage
I know my brain is bleeding but I don't know if I can manage
because I don't know what time is because right now I got
the consciousness of a goldfish and as far as I can tell I've
spent my entire life in a birdcage locked away and banished

every time in retrospect I would tell you
that the drugs work / no doubt about it
and I ain't tryin to fill no hole just tryin'
to expand my horizons and feel more whole
but sometimes / long after the come down
I can tell you that the drugs //
they fuckin' work / sometimes almost too well

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