Emma Beckett - LSD Lyrics

Up the sketchy stairs
See the socks under the crack in the door
A hug from a stranger
They say that they're tripping on LSD
A little insecure
I don't even know who this party is for
Covering up the lights with paper
Can they see the red on me
I know you don't even like her
So why are we tangoing tonight
Don't really feel sorry for her
But I hope they have a
Good trip there's something dripping from the walls here
I miss when I could consider it before your fear interfered
Good thinking I can feel this hopping off the rails too quickly
But I wish I was a little more drunk if I'm being honest now
She picks a fight with you
And I start to pick up on your side of it too
She's feeding on pity she won't get mine will she
There's something sad here
Someone lost the cat
There's bodies and faces but no more than that
They're starting to float away think we should go
Could you call that cab
I know you don't even like her
So why are we tangoing tonight
Don't really feel sorry for her
But I hope they have a
Good trip there's something dripping from the walls here
I miss when I could consider it before your fear interfered
Good thinking I can feel this hopping off the rails too quickly
But I wish I was a little more drunk if I'm being honest now
But I hope they have a
Good trip there's something dripping from the walls here
I miss when I could consider it before your fear interfered
Good thinking I can feel this hopping off the rails too quickly
But I wish I was a little more drunk if I'm being honest now
Good trip there's something dripping from the walls here
I miss when I could consider it before your fear interfered
Good thinking I can feel this hopping off the rails too quickly
But I wish I was a little more drunk if I'm being honest now