Last lifetime I almost overdosed on your love Cos this time around I'm permanently tipsy With your name on the tongue of my tip Can't even speak right Can't even sleep And I'm missing your voice, your choice and thoughts I guess I ought to stop looking for intoxication No need to inflate this [bad word] in my brain When I try to release this pain in my chest I got to rest. I need to chill I need to chill.
But then I see you smile

And all my hardwork ain't worthwhile anymore

Just a festering sore and no amount of drinking milk is going to calm it

Just [bad word] to block out some of your, some of you, summertime

Or at least I try

And at least a generation later I'm still trying to ease my soul

Ease my soul

Ease my soul