Low Life Moonshine
And the moon, it wants to give me away
And my God wants me to pray
I hate apples for being red
I hate these voices up in my head
I don't ever want to wake and find myself awake
I don't ever want to die and find myself already dead
I don't ever want to love and find myself in love
Well every single day's the same, and I guess that's
great
I think the walls in here are caving in
Did they just say something and touch my skin?
Why won't this picture just answer me?
Be my friend tonight; don't let me dream
Got me looking for more
Got me tired and poor
I was passed out on the floor
I'll just drink more moonSHINE YEAH!
I feel my neck stroked by the clock's big hands
I sip my coffee, but I am drinking sand
I won't be mummified in satin sheets
Because I know my life's better than my dreams
