Trippin on a Hole in a Paper Heart Songtext

von Stone Temple Pilots

Dont cut out my paper heart, I aint dyin anyway
Take a look at eye full towers
Never trust them dirty liars
Sippin lemon yellow booze 'ole leadbelly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day keep on trippin anyway

I am I am I said Im not myself, but Im not dead and Im not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade

Fake the heat and scratch the itch
Skinned up knees and salty lips
Ill breathe your life vicks vapor life
And when you binge I purge alike
Let go its harder holding on
One more trip and Ill be gone

So keep your head up
Keep it on, just a whisper Ill be gone
Take a breath and make it big
Its the last youll ever get
Break your neck with diamond noose
Its the last youll ever choose

I am I am I said Im not myself, but Im not dead and Im not for sale
Hold me closer, closer let me go let me be just let me be