Reality Check - New Arcades

Sometimes I get drunk on my mouthwash, just for fun

And I trip down on the stairs to look messed up

And I go to crazy parties, watching people getting naughty

I myself get down and dirty, dirty all the time

I don’t know what’s going on inside my mind

Why I’m living someone else’s messed up life

Maybe I just miss you baby, baby I need you

Reality Check… You know without you…

I’m a wreck in a cheap, ripped up dress

In drugs and drinks, I lose myself

I lose my strength, I can’t find it anymore

Trapped in a deep, black hole

Fell on the floor, can’t get up anymore

Sometimes I smok up all my spices;

Cumin, cinnamon and thyme

All the othr drugs, they bore me —

I need a different high

And I sit down in the garden

On the wet grass, when I’m hurting

Feel the cold run through my bones

Slowly healing my wounds

Hanging out with freaky people I now call my friends

Tried to talk to them about you — they don’t understand

Smoking cigarettes and drinking I get ready for the evening

Whatever is next, reality check…

I’m still a wreck, in a cheap, ripped up dress

In drugs and drinks, I lose myself

I lose my strength, I can’t find it anymore

Trapped in a deep, black hole

Fell on the floor, can’t get up anymore

Sometimes I get drunk on my mouthwash

Just for fun

And I trip down the stairs

‘cause I’m really messed up

Hanging out with freaky people

They’re not my friends

At least I have someone

To share the pain with, and be a wreck

In a cheap, ripped up dress

In drugs and drinks, I lose myself

I lose my strength, I can’t find it anymore

Trapped in a deep, black hole

Fell on the floor, can’t get up anymore