Detox
[Verse 1]
Tell me something
What’s the use?
Are you in too deep?
You put a blanket over work
Kill yourself
And run

Tell me something
How it feels to remain asleep
Take a sip
Close your eyes
Don’t forget your fun

[Verse 2]
I’m growing up
The only stick in the tree
While the lipstick limousine dreams
They’re getting faded

I’m throwing up
Only seed to crack down
I’ve had the same dreams
Tripping in the bathroom
[Pre-Chorus]
And now you see it when you close your eyes
A better life but it’s no surprise
You chose a course
Had remorse
Now you’ve filed for divorce
The only enemy is your disguise

[Chorus]
Come down
You got your back room strips
And your acid trips
And it’s getting kinda old
For me
And you

Slow down
You got your bounced back checks
And your homemade sex tapes
And palm trees galore
I’ll be in the basement
Tripping over words and
Making bad love songs
Talking about how it keeps the guards away

[Verse 3]
Tell me something
What if good could escape the heat?
Put a blanket on my song
Kill the fear
And run
Tell me something
Could I follow you in grave deceit?
Take a rest
Shut the door
Pray I’ll have some fun

[Verse 4]
I’m going down
Only sticks in my tree
While the blacked out summertime dreams
They’re getting painted

I’m going down
All I need’s a pack now
I’ve had the same dreams
Tripping in the back room

[Pre-Chorus]
And now I see it when I close my eyes
A better life yet it’s no surprise
I chose a course
Had remorse
Now there’s nothing to endorse
And all my enemies are in disguise

[Chorus]
Chill out
You got your pills and your thoughts
Like they’re Captain M shots
And it’s looking like it’s falling apart
For you
Go out
You’re getting stuck in your box
Think you need a detox
Am I fitting in yet?
I’ll be in the kitchen
Going over words and
Making my love songs
Talking about how it keeps my mind away

[Chorus]
Come down
You got your back room strips
And your acid trips
And it’s gettin’ kinda old
For me
And you

Slow down
You got your bounced back checks
And your homemade sex tapes
And palm trees galore
I’ll be in the basement
Tripping over words and
Making bad love songs
Talking about how it keeps the guards away