[Verse 1: Kalmia Traver]
I woke up in the grass
The grey November grass
Black and blue
A peaceful smiling mess
With a feeling, just a guess
That I had lost you
Rolling down a hill
My favorite kind of spill
Dizzy retreat
When the bitter hits the bone
I know it's time to go home
And feel for something warm and sweet
[Chorus: Kalmia Traver]
I'm feeling for the sweet spot
I don't know if I'm ready or not
Why does it life always serve it up so hot (Ouch)
I'm feeling for the sweet spot
I don't know if I'm ready or not
Why does it life always serve it up so hot
Maybe I should just go and smoke some pot
[Interlude: Kalmia Traver]
Ah, it feels so good
[Verse 2: Kalmia Traver]
I woke up in a pile
Made of my own smile
And bloody teeth
The puddles on
The puddles on my cheeks
A salty kind of sweet
Hints of pining mixed with extended harmony
The error and the trial
Went walking down the aisle
K-i-s-s-i-n-g
It's impossible to plan
But this shit won't hit it's own fan
So let's go, dive in, feel it out!
Woo!
[Chorus: Kalmia Traver]
I'm feeling for the sweet spot
I don't know if I'm ready or not
Why does it life always serve it up so hot (Ouch)
I'm feeling for the sweet spot
I don't know if I'm ready or not
Why does it life always serve it up so hot
Maybe I should just go and smoke some pot
[Bridge: Alex Toth, Alex Toth & Kalmia Traver]
Sweet spot
I like it a lot
Mm-hmm
Love it, love it, yes
It's on the lot
Just make it go hot
Mm-hmm
Yes
Sweet spot
Innocent
I like it a lot
Make it go hot
Sweet spot, sweet spot
Mm-hmm
Try it now
Again, again
Yes
Sweet spot
Spot
[Outro]
And you find yourself having episodes, relying to heavily on them
They start backing away, you feel abandoned and betrayed
That people only love you when you're perfect
No one asked you to be perfect
You chose to do that upfront because you believed it would be the only way people would love you
Then eventually you burn out
Drop the mask and act out
Then people leave and the protective self says, "Oh my god. People always leave me when I'm not perfect."
But that's not the truth