95 minutes to JFK

Threw some booze in the tank to feel okay

I made a goal to write some words this week

But these flings have made it hard

To rest my mind

With clarity

To battle off anxiety of weaving though white smiles

You know baby what is true and what is blind

(You love to keep me high)

(You only wanna keep me high)

I’ll soon grow hazy then there’s no more alibis

(You love to keep me high)

(You only wanna keep me high)

Piece these legs together while they’re holding on by a string

There’s no puppets loose on the street tonight but I know you need your fill

Of broken boys

And emaciated toys

Teach me how to navigate your nauseating noise

You know baby what is true and what is blind

(You love to keep me high)

(You only wanna keep me high)

I’ll soon grow hazy then there’s no more alibis

(You love to keep me high)

(You only wanna keep me high)

You know baby what is true and what is blind

(But you love to keep me high)

I’ll soon grow hazy then there’s no more alibis

(But you love to keep me high)

I’ve come closer to seeing all the signs

(Like you told me once I)

Find you baby we can dance with reckless eyes

(But you love to keep me high)