Lock myself up in my room
On a Sunday afternoon
Off the cocaine off the shrooms
I don't get my mind off you
Lock myself up in my room
The colors are changing the earth has been quaking
On a Sunday afternoon
My family's at church as I fly to the moon
Off the cocaine off the shrooms
I'm flying you can't catch me now
I don't get my mind off you
I don't feel anything now
I don't need anybody but this baggie and a plug
I don't need nothing but the shit that's in my veins
Doing ambien off my piano
Seeing aliens singing in soprano
Doin pill after pill after drink after drink til I throw up in the kitchen sink
Doing ambien off my piano
Seeing aliens singing in soprano
Doin poll after pill after drink after drink til I throw up in the kitchen sink
I'm wasted and I'm bored
I'm walking out the door
I don't feel shit I numbing all of the pain I felt before
Cuz f*ck yesterday
I fly away today
I'm feelin good I'm feeling great I'm feelin just ok
(Pill after pill)
(I'm not okay)