Peyote Lyrics

He says Peyote could help you see

Jesus Christ Himself

But hey man I don't wanna trip right now

I think I just need some self help

And you don't wanna fix this anymore

You lost interest when you were young and found

That your closest friends

Were the ones that were waging

Wars inside our heads

And you find comfort in the sadness of being alone

And you're always searching for the hidden messages in your phone

Keep your head down

Don't ask questions

All of the reasons that we left

Are all of the reasons we're stressing

Sorry I don't want a part of this anymore

And you don't wanna be happy

You don't wanna finally confess

That all of the reasons you feel overweight and lonely

Are all of the reasons that you're out of place and underdressed

You came to me like the Holy Spirit from the south

South of Heaven

Now you're just the black guts

That are headed for my mouth

Now you're just the vomit

In a toilet bowl at a party

While the last bit of my brains are drowning in Bacardi

And you drank way too much on that night in New Jersey

Sitting in the backseat of her car begging for love

But you should've known I was already gone

Stuck in this vicious cycle

Should I go to work or go to hell

Maybe we just need some cartoon bandaids

For the cracks he left

When he offed himself

He says Peyote could help you see

Jesus Christ Himself

But hey man I don't wanna trip right now

I think I just need some self help

It doesn't matter

It's not that big of a deal

It doesn't matter