Testo My Dying Spirit

I'm barely on my feet, mama
I'm barely holding on by a thread
Every night I lose a different friend
Thought I had it how I wanted
And far away as I could ever dream
I don't think California's my speed

All on my own All I know

If I'm high like those other guys you've kissed
Maybe I'll find you in my bed again
But I'm all alone, living on the edge
I'm right at the limit
Will I ever heal my dying spirit?

I'm hanging on a needless hunger
That keeps the tears out the devil's eyes
I don't eat because he tells me that it's fine
I'm barely even standing now
But goddamn, I need another round
I can hear my name out in the crowd, yeah, yeah
If I'm high like those other guys you've kissed
Maybe I'll find you in my bed again
But I'm all alone, living on the edge
I'm right at the limit
Will I ever heal my dying spirit?

If I was a hotel lobby, you'd be mighty fucking sorry
To be staying at this piece of shit right off Highway 9
I'm on the floor of my kitchen on a vaporizing mission
To find a little calm, please ease my mind
I'm so sorry Alexa, I won't make her graduation
But tell this lonely girl she's the apple of my eye
Tell her, take your time, take your time
Take your, take your, take your time
I get high

Yeah, oh baby, yeah
Every night I'm hanging by a thread
Yeah, oh baby, yeah

I'll never heal it, my dying spirit