Weapons down till I concede Nothing like a wound to help me bleed. Nothing like a wound to help me let go. Drinking before the sun has sunk. Thinking till my thoughts are thunk. But thinking often just gets me down, down, down. Should I leave this town? Or just stay and drown? I don't wanna love your soul good. I just wanna love your soul right. Quench your holy thirst. Calm your appetite. All the holes that I dug And the webs you spun. All those games we played That cannot be won. Switch off the lights and close the blinds. Another smoke to fog our minds. Another fix to help me although I push it far beyond my health With not enough love to love myself And not enough space to just let me Breathe, breathe, breathe. So I thrash and heave. No more make-believe. I don't wanna love your soul good. I just wanna love your soul right. Quench your holy thirst. Calm your appetite. All the holes that I dug And the webs you spun. All those games we played That cannot be won. Feels like it's comin', yeah baby it's comin' on. Feels like it's comin', yeah baby it's comin' on. Feels like it's comin', yeah baby it's comin' on. Feels like it's comin' on. And it feels like it's comin', yeah baby it's comin' on. Feels like it's comin', yeah baby it's comin' on. Feels like it's comin', yeah baby it's comin' on. Feels like what we had is gone.