From the recording Hottest Hell

Lyrics

All of the pieces I hold
From all the songs I wrote
They’re a silent film on a black white television

By now I've emptied my head
I woke up and I went back to bed
With a microphone that I don't know and just won't listen

And I can’t forget
The kick to the chest
When I realized I drifted away
And I don’t know
Where I left off
But I know I’ll return to that place

All my diamonds to spend
I pissed them into the wind
They're feeding the breeze in some awful really nice place

While I'm begging to borrow or steal
And drinking behind the wheel
Of a guitar that I don’t own but calls me by name

And I can’t forget
The kick to the chest
When I realized I drifted away
And I don’t know
Where I left off
But I know I’ll return to that place