Rusty (Acoustic)

Vacantly stood with these glazed eyes looking down

Blurred lines bubble in my cup, think I'm fizzing out

Well I don't hear a sound as I'm reaching to you

I'm not looking for the fix that I got used to

I get a little, I get a little, I get a little

Rusty

So won't you spare me some time

Doesn't it destroy your soul like it does mine?

When nothing that we do is fine

Every high we get the lie that says the water's turned into wine

Well I've been twisting out

I've been twisting out the screws

I'm not looking for the fix that I got used to

I get a little, I get a little, I get a little

Rusty

Chasing rabbits down holes there's a Cheshire watching me

The yellow brick road, to nowhere I know, is where I go

Seen the road, seen the road, seen the road

Lead to nowhere before

I get a little, I get a little, I get a little

Rusty

I get a little, I get a little, I get a little

Rusty