Who the fuck needs drugs
for a solid sixty seconds of love
and pleasure
when the supplements, for measure
come from the mouths of my lovers?

The dopamine's my hit, that's the high that I want, that's my drug, whether I get it from hugs,
or the fear that you'll hate me
since the anxiety awakens me
and makes the warmth a hundred times stronger
you know, the kind I was supposed to feel
when they said that everything's okay

The secret's that there's nothing to worry about,
not when everyone is running around.
while you're busy trying not to make a sound,
coping with the little bits of love that you found,
they're all freaking out and looking for a way to escape
from their own lives

So take a hit, take a drink,
tell me what you like to think about—
show me your dreams, jump down from the skies,
take off that kinky ass, freaky disguise,
cause I know that you're trying to smile, and that's wild as fuck.
what a crazy thing to want when you're down on your luck

In your universe, you can do what you want
so grow a pair of wings and flutter away,
the world ain't gonna miss ya, so come back another day,
wait until you hear about the latest way to craze,
come with us and sink into the drunk and horny haze,
because that's what we're really hanging around for, right?
One step forward, two steps back
waiting for desperation to attack
just for the chance to shoo it away again
and feel some semblance of control

So take a hit, abdicate,
Or maybe don't emasculate,
The only rulers in this world are panic and obsession,
so fucking let it go and indulge in depression,
give yourself another voice to take the wheel
cause it's completely okay to feel down,
to feel worried and paranoid and scared,
just don't let it get to either of your heads,
cause the love is only temporary
but don't you dare be too wary
because that's a damn crime

But isn't pleasure temporary? We can't be high on life forever
all the little things as they come and they go,
they never cover up all the things that you know,
the balance is the biggest regret
because we never want to fret,
there's a thousand things to forget
from cradling all the people we've met
and praying one doesn't hop away
and wish death upon me

So hold the good and the bad, to and fro,
but also don't let yourself crumble, lest
you have nothing to show.
But how are you supposed to know?
Who told you that life came with instructions?
That's a big shame,
Because you're not to blame,
even though you're drinking too much
and your brain's saying "stop"

So just give it a second, okay?
Cause reality will take a sec to catch up
when you're drunk and you're high,
so love it while you can and cherish the time,
cause I know you're gonna hate
when you've got another reason to be afraid.