From the recording Beardlip

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Lyrics

Laying downtown
Head embraced
And I feel tired
Face is a ghost
And I know
That I did something dumb

Is she on arrival
She’s on arrival

I see myself on concrete slabs
Lagging in your eyes
I’m low on blood
Low on cash
High on the surprise

Is she on arrival
She’s on arrival

The medics on the scene
Are a picturesque blur of blood and fur
Begging me to grow up to a world
Where I control self control
Meet my dream
She is pure survival
Meet my dream
She will carry me home

Is she on arrival
She’s on arrival
She will carry me home
Is she on arrival