We're at the base just looking up
Only forward from here on
Forest green, dream machine
Feels like transcending
Making love, losing touch
With my surroundings
We're at the base just looking up
But I feel so sedated
Lemon thai, red wine
Butterfly kisses
Beam me up, buttercup
Glitter and glisten
I don't let myself feel enough
Always so internal, oh
Substance to substance, moment to moment
Meeting my demons every Monday morning
And I'm at the base just looking up
So small and scared shitless
Opened up my window
Pushed the screen onto the porch below
Comes back in fragments, each point of no return
Shame is a lesson not easily unlearned
Lemon thai, red wine
Lemon thai, red wine