It always gets worse. Do I deserve
To drag my thoughts right through the dirt?
Everything that makes me work is out the door
And if you ever want to come back for more
I'll do it

Yeah, I'll do it again
Yeah, I'll do it
Yeah, I'll do it again

But I only do it worse, do I deserve
To drag my thoughts, drag my thoughts through the dirt?
Everything that makes me work is out the door
And if you ever want to come back for more
I'll do it

I'll do it again
Yeah, I'll do it
Yeah, I'll do it again
I'll do it again
I'll do it again
I'll do it again
Yeah, I'll do it

I was trying to connect
Dying to get through
Communication gets harder
Now it's time somebody gets high on you