Hawaii 5-0 Noseblunt Marietta

So get caught
Or quit life
Whatever you want
I got fucked
Too quick
Perfectly too blunt

I know what I need (shiny meds)
All at once, my form of lent
Cure me (I'm cured, I think)
It's too early for disease

And I'm clean, cleaner, but still not a saint
I washed my hands too fast, I plugged my head into an empty glass
But I swear I'm fine, still not a saint, but more or less refined
I washed my hands in brass, I fear I'll drown in a holy bath

Cure me
Deliver me unto a body with less insecurity
But I turned around this time
And I'll leave without regard to me and mine

I came to you when I couldn't shut anything out
I promised myself that I wouldn't melt into the ground
But here I am, in an earthly, woolen bed
Making friends with the far too many thoughts in my head