margarita mix is not patching up the holes inside of me cinnamon hazelnut and nicotine only mask what never goes away it's been about a month now, since i last felt alive what does that tell you?
for a week of my life i felt like everything was gonna be alright take me off this medication; all i need is the warm air and the music that your soul brought into mine but now i'm dragged back in to this small-town-life existence and it's not what i ever wanted, but i've always been afraid
take me back down there to when i was living on french bread and soymilk hell, i'd take a package of 10 cent ramen just to feel that way again take me back down there to when the true queens of the town were telling me "girl, you can sing with us anytime"