Pleasures Your Neighbors

(Breathe)

I’ve told 1000 lies
A noose tight
As a necktie

And I’ve died 1000 times
For that surreal life

Searching for sunnier
States of mind

Need me a vice
To waste the time

Yearn for lives
I wish were mine

I pray this high
Will get me by

Said "coming up quick"
Said "gimme that hit"
Said "feed me that quick"
Said "gimme that hit"
Said "gimme that"