I'm barely on my feet, mama
Barely holding on by a thread
Every night I lose a different friend
Thought I had it how I wanted
Far away as I could ever dream
I don't think California's my speed
All on my own
All I know
If I'm high like those other guys you've kissed
Maybe I'll find you in my bed again
But I'm all alone, living on the edge
I'm right at the limit
Will I ever heal my dying spirit
I'm hanging on needless hunger
Keeps the tears out the devil's eyes
I don't eat because he tells me that it's fine
Barely even standing now
Goddamn I need another round
I can hear my name out in the crowd, yeah, yeah
If I'm high like those other guys you've kissed
Maybe I'll find you in my bed again
But I'm all alone, living on the edge
I'm right at the limit
Will I ever heal my dying spirit
If I was a hotel lobby, you'd be mighty fucking sorry
To be staying at this piece of shit right off highway 9
I'm on the floor of my kitchen on a vaporizing mission
Find a little calm
Please ease my mind
I'm so sorry Alexa, I won't make her graduation
But tell this lonely girl she's the apple of my eye
Tell her, take your time
Take your time
Take your
Take your
Take your time
I get high
Yeah, oh baby, yeah
Every night I'm hanging on by a thread
Yeah, oh baby, yeah
I'll never heal it, my dying spirit
