Carbon Monoxide Hotel
Hot Mulligan
Tighten your grip
Just hold my fingers and sit for a moment
I don't remember the talk
But I couldn't balance when we walked
I was begging for help, as if it's somebody else's problem
Memories incomplete
Recall the way you looked at me
One doesn't work, turns to eight on the hotel floor
Falling over
I used to relax, but it doesn't feel good anymore
Being sober's
Just terrified and crawling out of my skin
Can't recognize where the problem begins
When one doesn't work, turns to eight on the hotel floor
Drown out by regret
Drown out by regret
The car ride didn't make the cut
Some suggestion of movement under my seat
Only proof is I woke up
Displaced from where I thought I would be
Where I would be
One doesn't work, turns to eight on the hotel floor
Falling over
I used to relax, but it doesn't feel good anymore
Being sober's
Just terrified and crawling out of my skin
Can't recognize where the problem begins
When one doesn't work, turns to eight on the hotel floor
Drowning mistakes I can't face from the night before
Hating the taste, but not wanting to think anymore
Comes to me like I'm trying to remember a dream
Auburn carpet, the sound of a vending machine
Cake your eyes with mud and settle
Stumble up the stairs like I'm new on my feet
Fill your mouth with thorns and swallow
Time I couldn't recount, like a scene change, I'll
Watch while it lets me offend all the people I love
Ashamed every day, I don't know some new evil I've done
One doesn't work, turns to eight on the hotel floor
Falling over
I used to relax, but it doesn't feel good anymore
Being sober's
Just terrified and crawling out of my skin
Can't recognize where the problem begins
When one doesn't work, turns to eight on the hotel floor
Drowning mistakes I can't face from the night before
Hating the taste, but not wanting to think anymore
Cake your eyes with mud and settle
Comes to me like I'm trying to remember a dream
Fill your mouth with thorns and swallow
Auburn carpet, the sound of a vending machine
Cake your eyes with mud and settle
Stumble up the stairs like I'm new on my feet
Fill your mouth with thorns and swallow
Time I couldn't recount, catching up with me