“Trippin’ On A Hole In A Paper Heart” by The Stone Temple Pilots

I am I am I said I’m not myself. I’m not dead and I’m not for sale.

Sippin’ lemon yellow booze
Old lead-belly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day
Keep on trippin’ anyway

I am I am I said I’m not myself

So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day
Deathbed motorcade

Fake the heat and scratch the itch
Skinned up knees and salty lips
I’ll breathe your life Vicks vapor life
And when you binge I purge alike

Let go it’s harder holding on
One more trip and I’ll be gone
So keep your head up, keep it on
Just a whisper I’ll be gone

Hold me closer, closer let me go
Let me be just let me be

I am I am I said I’m not myself
I’m not dead and I’m not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day
Deathbed motorcade

CPE

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