New Low

The ceiling's closing on me like some kind of shell

I can't escape the pull that's dragging me to hell

I keep on working 'cause the money is the pill

And never knowing what it is that I want

Forever blowing off the things I said I'll do

I wasn't joking when I said it was dark

It's the small things that dissolve you

I'm chasing my shadow

I'm riding with the ghost

I'm crawling back to the saddle

I'm finding a new low

I'm finding a new low

I found it comfortable

My winding down spiral

I'm finding a new low

I'm finding a new low

I found it comfortable

My winding down spiral

I'm finding a new low

I'm finding a new low

I found it comfortable

My winding down spiral

I'm finding a new low

I'm finding a new low

I found it comfortable

My winding down spiral

I'm finding a new low