Trips

It's a matter of time before I get high

And end up on a plane going to Shanghai in the morning

Paradise awaits

But I always find myself looking for an escape

Tired of wine and the endless nights

I'd rather cross my heart and hope to die, but you're calling

And ever since that day

I've been looking at the heavens, shouting your name

Pick up the phone and realize

I wanted more than your disguise

It's gruesome, oh, my love, the way you left me in a moment

Tragedy, a felony, you never seemed to notice

You blew the scene and made me blind

I'm on the floor, spaced out of my mind

'Cause I'm still thinking about you (Ooh, ooh)

I'm still thinking about you (Ooh)

So intertwined with the midnight lot

I feel the curse come running to compromise all my patience

And evermore I'll say

Oh, these trips are making me go insane

And I wanna find a way to get back home

I don't wanna stay the night alone

Get me on a train or on the road

I don't wanna stay the night alone

I wanna find a way to get back home

I don't wanna stay the night alone

I'm still thinking

I'm still thinking

I'm still thinking

I'm still thinking about you

I'm still thinking about you

No, I don't want a nightmare keeping me up

But I can't keep running from picking up

The pieces on the floor, I'm trying to stay away

But I'm still thinking

I'm still thinking