i can feel the ache
and i can feel it breaking
one hand on the head
one hand on the bed

breathing in the blankness
breathing in the blank shots
one hand on the head
one hand on the bed

i can’t focus on the haze
i’m still choking on the craving
waiting for the only sound i haven’t heard
hoping this is as low as we can get
wading in the images we’re soon to forget

i may be out of it
but i’m still into you
i’m born dead
i’m born again
i can feel the ache
and i can feel it breaking

come toward the crawl
no poison crawling
absorb, absorb
absorb, shut down
no short lines, only short lies
count ’em backwards in four words
or less, or more

i can’t focus on the haze
i’m still choking on the craving
waiting for the only sound i haven’t heard
hoping this is as low as we can get
wading in the images we’re soon to forget

i may be out of it
but i’m still into you
i’m born dead
i’m born again
i can feel the ache
and i can feel it breaking