Miracle Whip

I've just had one, maybe two or three, maybe five or six, no one's counting

It's all gone south, spiders in my mouth, a barrel down the falls, the threat of drowning

My time is now recorded in Happy Hours, New York Minutes and Sloppy Seconds

Awake at 3, anxious as can be, cold dark clarity, the come down beckons

Take it easy on the miracle whip

You've bottled lightning but you can't take a sip

The rats are waving but they're leaving the ship

And they'll be on dry land before you realise you're underwater

You treat your body like a circus tent

You write the danger off as merriment

Keep throwing knives til there's an accident, til you're a