With our bedside flowers
And their plastic petals
I'm really not fully up
I'd rather play dumb and stoned

In the middle of sound
My comfort crown
Solitude is convoluted

Bliss is a chemical place
In the middle of my brain somehow
Saw a habit forming all around

In the living room
The catacombs
Cerebral, frontal lobes
Like filament flashing bulbs

In the middle of sound
I'm passing out
I'd give it you, if I could
I'm folding up into-

Bliss is a chemical place
In the middle of my brain somehow
Saw a habit forming all around
Bliss is a chemical place
In the middle of my brain somehow
Saw a habit forming all around