Turn Me On

You're so tired of being all you don't want to be

Take a look at you fleeing from your sick company

There's a home you've been missing full of bills marked unpaid

And those lips you've been kissing like a criminal

Have no words left to save

You've been betting on a wounded horse

Now it's dog meat for your soul

And those people you tried to get in front of, well

They left you on a high pass

Blinded by sympathy

And the devil's in a high tree