Dinner's for Suckers

Stop, drop the medicine
I don’t feel normal, I never did
Room starts spinning
Make boredom useful and back again
Come home too fucked
To know what side’s up
Side’s down
My senses stayed for another round
Don’t feel the set up, don’t feel the sting
Only feel fatigue where the body used to break
Don’t feel the set up, don’t feel the sting, yeah
I want…
Wake up hardly remembering
But softly knowing that I was king
Short-lived, could be imagining
That things were simple but easily
I wake up
Not knowing what’s up or went down
Face flush, amnesia sucks
Just one more time
Don’t feel the set up, don’t feel the sting
Only feel fatigue where the body used to break
Don’t feel the set up, don’t feel the sting, yeah
And I want…
Don’t feel the set up, don’t feel the sting
Only feel fatigue where the body used to break
Don’t feel the set up, don’t feel the sting, yeah
And I want more