Grand Paradise

I can be romantic When I'm starving for sleep When I try but I can't seem To remember anything With hair from a dog I've got a fistful of its mane It's too coarse to stomach So I shove it down my throat Luck left late Saturday and now Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed They watch me sleeping in the kennel again I can't recall the bark but the bay, I admit If I was listening I could hear it I'm shock collared at the gates of heaven 25 years that I've been trying to shake loose And if I try to sit still Then someone's breathing down my neck So I'm embarrassing myself again I should see myself out Lay me down in the tub Throw away my phone Strap a muzzle to my mouth now And Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed They watch me sleeping in the kennel again I can't recall the bark but the bay, I admit If I was listening I could hear it If I was listening I could hear it If I listen I can hear Palms kept white hot gold rings folded like a Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now I've done nothing right I've gone wrong beside I can't see what's there But If I listen I can hear Luck bent low roar drum pressed to the glass The glass pressed loose soft spots marked on the wall Wall an empty stomach I've done nothing right I can't see what's there If I listen I can hear it Palms kept white hot gold rings folding like a Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now I've done nothing right I've gone wrong beside I can't see what's there I can't see anything at all