I could feel a hot one taking me downnFor a moment, I could feel the forcenFainted to the point of tearsnAnd you were holding on to make a pointnWhat's the point?nnI'm but a clean man, stable and alone mannMake it so I won't have to trynThe faces always stay the samenSo I face the fact that I'm just finenI said that I'm just finennI remember, head down,nAfter you had found outnManna is a hell of a drugnAnd I need a little more, I thinknBecause enough is never quite enoughnWhat's enough?nnI took it like a grown man crying on the pavementnHoping you would show your facenBut I haven't heard a thing you've saidnIn at least a couple hundred daysnWhat'd you say?nnI was in the front seat, shaking it outnAnd I was asking if you felt alrightnI never want to hear the truthnI want to hear your voice, it sounded finenMy voice, it sounded finennI could feel my heartbeat taking me downnAnd for the moment, I would sleep alrightnI'm dealing with a selfish fearnTo keep me up another restless nightnAnother restless nightnnThe blood was dry, it was sobernThe feeling of audible cracksnAnd I could tell it was overnFrom the curtains that hung from your necknnAnd I realized that then you were perfectnAnd my teeth ripping out of my headnAnd it looked like a painting I once knewnBack when my thoughts weren't entirely intactnnTo pray for what I thought were angelsnEnded up being ambulancesnAnd the Lord showed me dreams of my daughternShe was crying inside your stomachnnAnd I felt love again