The Pink Life - Mike Doughty

here she comes all low to the ground

just like the fog is a fattened cloud

air it turns to water when

dioxide tempts the hydrogen

why do you seek

why do you seek the pink life

how do you sleep

how do you ever lie down

why do you need

why do you need your science

why am i your only outside line

who was that junk mustapha you were chilling with

down in the bars where regretful girls drift

i feel the need to steal some rest

i feel i’m getting killed by your fickleness

and the options they are infinite

and the chance

from my hand

i feel is slipping it