i feel sick in my stomach
nightmares haunt my sleep people are out to get me cut me down
so i wake to the pain of a confused heart
what do i want who does she want what can i do the haunt goes on
dont throw up you need the food
so my head floats off my body watching as i wander like a chicken what the fuck
take two hits of clarity and call me in the morning yeah right
the high life is $1.83 and the medicine doesnt help its something else
my head itches my glands swell and command attention on the back on my neck what the fuck
all i can think about is her
reality penetrates my slumber but my brain is immersed in her haze
its everywhere i need to see her