My Dying Spirit - Greyson Chance
I'm barely on my feet mama
I'm barely holding on by a thread
Every night I lose a different friend
I thought I had it how I wanted
And far away as I could ever dream
I don't think California's my speed
All on my own, all I know
If I'm high like those other guys you've kissed
Maybe I'll find you in my bed again
But I'm all alone, living on the edge
I'm right at the limit
Will I ever heal my dying spirit
I'm hanging on an endless hunger
It keeps the tears out the devil's eyes
I don't eat because he tells me that it's fine
I'm barely even standing now
But goddamn I need another round
I can hear my name out in the crowd
If I'm high like those other guys you've kissed
Maybe I'll find you in my bed again
But I'm all alone, living on the edge
I'm right at the limit
Will I ever heal my dying spirit
If I was a hotel lobby, you'd be mighty f_cking sorry
To be staying at this piece of sh_t right off Highway 9
I'm on the floor of my kitchen, on a vaporizer mission
To find a little calm, please ease my mind
I'm so sorry Alexa, I won't make her graduation
But tell Sloaney girl she's the apple of my eye
Tell her, take your time, take your time
Take your, take your, take your time
I get high
Yeah, oh baby, yeah
Every night I'm hanging by a thread
Yeah, oh baby, yeah
I'll never heal it, my dying spirit