SWEETHEART GRIPS Lyrics

I'm feeling like a hundred million bucks tonight

There's something in my shoe and now I'm higher than a kite

But my gut tells me otherwise and so I think I'll have to run

And try to stay alive when you're all left in the sun

So we'll sail away

Yes, let's sail away

Cause I'm in my hell

And I'm out of health

But what do words to they're pretty useless themselves

Maybe I'm just feeling kinda faster

Confident, but I never knew the danger

Solar blockage, my stars are gone

Maybe I just love the disaster

We went from friends to strangers

So farewell, my humble lamb

So which am I? I can't remember

Am I pencil, paper or eraser

And all my thoughts that occur in my head

Are static noise as I go to sleep