Strung out for days eating nothing Yeah we just wither away saying nothing About the time we spent, awful kids Yeah, we were all strung out doing dope In our parents houses Cause I found a way to break from the stagnant perspective Yeah, that same lull of bad weather And if you hold onto this Then it'll blow up in your face And then I throw up, think I can see god Think I can see god in the toilet In my own eyes, the same eyes as my father Like a photo. I'll start acting my age, at least in public Yeah I'm just two drinks away and I'll remember nothing About the times I've spent, wake up like this Pull the curtains down, let the TV buzz in the background To drown out the sound of bad weather And if you hold onto this Then it'll blow up in your face And then I throw up, think I can see god Think I can see god in the toilet In my own eyes, the same eyes as my father Like a photo. Like a mirror image He's just like his old man You won't dry up, and I can't be bothered to say no