Flooded out of a basement home It's her fifteen years ago It's me in a couple more What it means to true of your essence I guess I'll never know Won't the birds sing the dawn in? So I turn to you for spiritual leveling Like an open window open to anything It's no bullshit of a tactic It's how long it can keep me distracted But oh, what perfect timing I'm coming out Could you come pick me up? If I could drive, Abby, you know I would As there's only so long you can live with what you only know Only know Only know So I turn to you for spiritual leveling Like an open window open to anything And it's not much, but it's nothing And enough to keep me from smoking But oh, what perfect timing Why did I turn to you for help with burning? Why did I turn to you for help with burning? Why did I turn to you for help with burning? Why did I turn to you for help with burning? For help with burning