Låttexter: Stone Temple Pilots. Trippin' On A Hole In A Paper Heart.

Don't cut out my paper heart I ain't dyin' anyway
Take a look at eye full towers Never trust them dirty liars
Sippin' lemon yellow booze Ol' leadbelly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day Keep on trippin' anyway

I am I am I said I'm not myself I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbead motorcade

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

So keep your head up Keep it on, just a whisper I'll be gone
Take a breath and make it big It's the last you'll ever get
Break you neck with diamond noose It's the last you'll ever choose

I am I am I said I'm not myself I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer let me go Let me be just let me be
I am I am I said I'm not myself I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbead motorcade

I am I am I said I'm not myself I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer let me go Let me be just let me be
I am I am I said I'm not myself I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbead motorcade