You better bring gold if you bring it with me
I’ll hang you on the wall with your integrity
I pick the hits in the solace of my car
I drive it, used
I sometimes win…but I never lose
If I didn’t feel low, I wouldn’t get so high
I know it’s wrong, but it makes me feel right
I’m a shell of myself, in my war with you
I’m losing ground
Just bring it—back me down
Gentle to the touch
It means so much
I don’t care what you say to me
I’ve got a rocket in my pocket that will set me free
I don’t car what you say to me
I’ve got a rock it in my pocket that will set me free….