Trips

It's a matter of time before I get high And end up on a plane going to Shanghai in the morning Paradise awaits But I always find myself looking for an escape Tired of wine and the endless nights I'd rather cross my heart and hope to die, but you're calling And ever since that day I've been looking at the heavens, shouting your name Pick up the phone and realize I wanted more than your disguise It's gruesome, oh, my love, the way you left me in a moment Tragedy, a felony, you never seemed to notice You blew the scene and made me blind I'm on the floor, spaced out of my mind 'Cause I'm still thinking about you (Ooh, ooh) I'm still thinking about you (Ooh) So intertwined with the midnight lot I feel the curse come running to compromise all my patience And evermore I'll say Oh, these trips are making me go insane And I wanna find a way to get back home I don't wanna stay the night alone Get me on a train or on the road I don't wanna stay the night alone I wanna find a way to get back home I don't wanna stay the night alone I'm still thinking I'm still thinking I'm still thinking I'm still thinking about you I'm still thinking about you No, I don't want a nightmare keeping me up But I can't keep running from picking up The pieces on the floor, I'm trying to stay away But I'm still thinking I'm still thinking