Steady goin' fuckin' nowhere
But nowhere tastes so sweet
Imaginary ambition
Means so much to me
I take it day by day
And cut away the stains
I'm on edge
Not scared because I'm dead
I'm on edge
Please pretend to be my friend
At least for the day
Please pretend to be my friend
Eighty proof for taste
It follows me wherever I go
The dogs are at my door
It's hard to have a conversation
Tearing up the floor
I take it day by day
And cut away the stains
I'm on edge
Not scared because I'm dead
I'm on edge
Fire burning from the ceiling
Gold melting down my face
Put it out with alcohol
Eighty proof for taste
