Keaton Conrad - Detox lyrics

[Verse 1] Tell me something What's the use? Are you in too deep? You put a blanket over work k** yourself And run Tell me something How it feels to remain asleep Take a sip Close your eyes Don't forget your fun [Verse 2] I'm growing up The only stick in the tree While the lipstick limousine dreams They're getting faded I'm throwing up Only seed to crack down I've had the same dreams Tripping in the bathroom [Pre-Chorus] And now you see it when you close your eyes A better life but it's no surprise You chose a course Had remorse Now you've filed for divorce The only enemy is your disguise [Chorus] Come down You got your back room strips And your acid trips And it's getting kinda old For me And you Slow down You got your bounced back checks And your homemade s** tapes And palm trees galore I'll be in the basement Tripping over words and Making bad love songs Talking about how it keeps the guards away [Verse 3] Tell me something What if good could escape the heat? Put a blanket on my song k** the fear And run Tell me something Could I follow you in grave deceit? Take a rest Shut the door Pray I'll have some fun [Verse 4] I'm going down Only sticks in my tree While the blacked out summertime dreams They're getting painted I'm going down All I need's a pack now I've had the same dreams Tripping in the back room [Pre-Chorus] And now I see it when I close my eyes A better life yet it's no surprise I chose a course Had remorse Now there's nothing to endorse And all my enemies are in disguise [Chorus] Chill out You got your pills and your thoughts Like they're Captain M shots And it's looking like it's falling apart For you Go out You're getting stuck in your box Think you need a detox Am I fitting in yet? I'll be in the kitchen Going over words and Making my love songs Talking about how it keeps my mind away [Chorus] Come down You got your back room strips And your acid trips And it's gettin' kinda old For me And you Slow down You got your bounced back checks And your homemade s** tapes And palm trees galore I'll be in the basement Tripping over words and Making bad love songs Talking about how it keeps the guards away