Citrus Fresh - Antenna Lyrics

Depraved notions float through my head
As I go through the motions
And get up out of bed
Like a raisin
Looking down on the day ahead
I'm all dried up and now I'm raising
A little hell
I fly high like a sky rise so it's no surprise
I've got yellow teeth and I despise
The bleak times, that follow me
Always behind
Can't read between the lines
Cause I'm blind in my 3rd eye
Burnt bridges leave me choking on the smoke
The wheel keeps turning, someone broke the spoke
You know
Didn't you hear it's all a big f*cking joke?
Nobody laughed, so we left it on a bad note

I can still feel it
7am and my jaw is on the ceiling
In a puddle on the floor down in T-gate
Nothing in this world is free
Unless you steal it
But I can still feel it
I can still feel it
7am and my jaw is on the ceiling
A little line of speed then
A little Xanax so I'm numb to my feelings

I stay pacing, staring into space, see
My times wasting, clock stares in my face, jeez
Oh why, must i be this kind of guy
Who doesn't really function
Unless his brains fried, bye
And if you hate me I deserve it
Phones don't provide me with too much service
I spoke too much now I'm a little nervous
Think it's time I closed the curtains