Sober resurface
Pills they stop working
And stomach is churning (From the alcohol, from the alcohol)
Hoping is hopeless
When ceilings are falling
Hospital calling (Who the f*ck you call? Who the f*ck you call?)

When the sober graves
Lie me in my grave
By soft highs
All of them chalked lines
Them green stop signs
They, (They) they, they, they (They)
Keep me in my lane
Keep me so embraced by high priced
Boxes of hot cries
End of the night sighs
American hot pies
f*ck

'Cause nothing's consequential
When the law is run by the law
So when they do wrong, wrong, wrong
(Who the f*ck you call? Who the f*ck you call?)
Something's consequential
The world is on fire
Run by intelligent liars
Shit, am I tired?
Popped all my tires
Someone call Myres?

When the sober graves
Lie me in my grave
By soft highs
All of them chalked lines
Them green stop signs
They, (They) they, they, they (They)
Keep me in my lane
Keep me so embraced by high priced
Boxes of hot cries
End of the night sighs
American hot pies
f*ck

Tell me that I'm special
But what does all that mean?
Everyone is someone to somebody (f*ck)
Tell me that I'm special
But what does all that mean?
Everyone is someone to somebody (f*ck)