I Can Feel a Hot One

I could feel a hot one taking me down

For a moment I could feel the force

Veiny to the point of tears

And you were holding on to make a point

What's the point?

I am but a clean man, stable and alone man

Make it so I won't have to try

The faces always stay the same

So I'll face the fact that I'm just fine

I said that I'm just fine

I remember head down after you had found out

Manna is a hell of a drug

I need a little more, I think

Because enough is never quite enough

What's enough?

I took it like a grown man, crying on the pavement

Hoping you would show your face

I haven't heard a thing you've said

In at least a couple hundred days

What'd you say?

I was in the front seat, shaking it out

And I was asking if you felt alright

I never want to hear the truth

I want to hear, "Your voice is sounding fine"

My voice is sounding fine

I could feel my heartbeat taking me down

And for the moment I would sleep alright

I'm veiny with a selfish fear

To keep me up another restless night

Another restless night

Your blood was dry, it was sober

The feeling of audible cracks

And I could tell it was over

From the curtains that hung from your neck

And I realized it then, you were perfect

With my teeth ripping out of my head

And it looked like a painting I once knew

Back when my thoughts were not tire leak intact

So I prayed for what I thought were angels

Ended up being ambulances

And the Lord showed me dreams of my daughter

She was crying inside your stomach

And I felt love

Again