bloodshot eyes and lines until ten

my insides are hollow, it's all gone to shit
I can't seem to swallow, can't digest it
there are a few things I thought I could tell you
but I can see you sleeping when I glance in the rear view
and I'm afraid of ruining it all with this small truth
I'm afraid of lying just so I can keep you

there's water splashing on my face
explosions deep down in outer-space
and I don't want to push you away
but I'm trying to be safe

your eyes look so innocent
I think I should be cautious

but I would be so content

with no one around us

and I still over medicate

and make too many big mistakes

I can never seem to see

the good things right in from of me

but I guess it's my responsibility

to take this to my grave with me

there are chemicals inside all my friends

following the bullshit trends

but I still believe in them

bloodshot eyes and lines until ten

cigarettes and old cheap wine

styrofoam cups and I forgot the time

the ceiling starts moving and I know something's wrong

but the radio is singing so I'm singing along