The footsteps lead to somewhere unknown
But its a place Ive gone before
I never know when I'm on my way
But it's all too familiar needless to say
The room spins as I drown myself quickly
A splash of water and a double shot of whiskey
My fingers run at half speed
My heart plays background music while the mind leads
*The sight of starburst covered hardwood
It makes me think of that orange hand cream that smells so good*
At the twinkle of the sun the world stops turning
Life strolls the perimeter of my brain while swirling
My eyes fall out of place and nuzzle up to my desk lamp
That feeling of an overload explosion down at the power plant
Ah, bowakawa pousse, pousse
The song is on "replay" as they say
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
The footsteps lead to somewhere unknown
But its a place Ive gone before
I never know when I'm on my way
But it's all too familiar needless to say
The room spins as I drown myself quickly
A splash of water and a double shot of whiskey
My fingers run at half speed
My heart plays background music while the mind leads
*The sight of starburst covered hardwood
It makes me think of that orange hand cream that smells so good*
At the twinkle of the sun the world stops turning
Life strolls the perimeter of my brain while swirling
My eyes fall out of place and nuzzle up to my desk lamp
That feeling of an overload explosion down at the power plant
Ah, bowakawa pousse, pousse
The song is on "replay" as they say
