[Chorus: Stax Osset]
I need to feel it, it takes a lot to get me high these days
In a minute when it kicks in
And the milligrams in my blood stream simmer out

[Verse 1: Allday]
Wanted to make a party jam
For the girls with a tan and no underpants
Those type of girls say hey to me
I look vacantly and don’t say anything
They end up fucking my friends and that's okay with me
'Cause I don’t connect, I mean I used to have her angel wings
To take me to safety, inject me with her pain relief
And waited patiently for me to come off tour and maybe eat
At one of the places we would frequent
We laugh and say some things like
Remember when we said we’d share children?
How laughable, we piss on the grave of these dead feelings
Deeply connected, but so out of love
Regret revealing its ugly head next to her beautiful one
I guess I'm tripping, drugs are setting in
Ejected sitting from the jet that's headed inland
To domestic bliss living arrangement, I can tell it's prison
My parents' evidence it ends in tears, my premonition
Or worse still, blank faces and hearts that forget their mission
I'm dippin'
[Chorus: Stax Osset]
I need to feel it, it takes a lot to get me high these days
In a minute when it kicks in
And the milligrams in my blood stream simmer out
It's hard to lose the feeling and get it back
But once you lose the feeling its never back

[Verse 2: Allday]
Am I hypnotising to you when I sit here lying to you?
When I think of time spent with you, I’m sick, try not to spew
I’m not sympathising with you, I’m misguided and putrid
I’m sick, tired and confused
I’m a little like you are, just different kinds of abused
I miss vibing with you, drinking wine and some juice
Our fickle minds intertwined and I do not regret it
Falling for these girls I hate, even I applaud my method
Points awarded for effort right before I saw your message
If I’d not bothered to check it
When I didn't want your presence, if I never saw you again
I mean I’m just being condescending the way I talk to you
Let's be honest, what’s the ending? This isn’t Hollywood
Although I was just on the strip
Passed out at 10:00pm with cheap rum in my grip
In a rented suburban dreaming of her sucking my dick
My favourite memory is no longer real, nothing much is
[Chorus: Stax Osset]
I need to feel it, it takes a lot to get me high these days
In a minute when it kicks in
And the milligrams in my blood stream simmer out
(Three pills and I'm running out real soon)
It's hard to lose the feeling and get it back
(Three pills, you know no amount will do, will do)
(Three pills and I'm running out real soon)
But once you lose the feeling it's never back
(Three pills, you know no amount will do, will do)