My heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket
In the deep city streets in the summer of 2012
And I never even saw her face

My dreams were shattered like a stained glass window
Jesus in Pieces! I believe I threw a brick right through Him
But my memory could not be saved

It just seems unlikely that it’s me who was to blame
So I bookmark my DSM ‘cause I need to remember my place

[Chorus]
This is not enough!
This is not enough to prove it yet!
No, I need to hit the bottom
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
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My soul was crushed like a tall boy
Underneath the boots on the curb
And I’m still picking up my molars
And putting them back in my face

My name was soiled by a last call spill
With a backwash swill and the blackout killed me
Sober on impact from a fall from grace
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Take the road on higher ground
And tell me “don’t look down! You’ll fall and break your back.”
But that just reminds me how there’s more to be found beneath the black