My Dying Spirit

I'm barely on my feet, mama Barely holding on by a thread Every night, I lose a different friend Thought I had it how I wanted I'm far away as I could ever dream I don't think California's my speed All on my own All I know If I'm high like those other guys you've kissed Maybe I'll find you in my bed again But I'm all alone, living on the edge I'm right at the limit, will I ever heal my dying spirit?, oh I'm hanging on needless hunger It keeps the tears out the devil's eyes I don't eat because he tells me that it's fine Barely even standing now Goddamn, I need another round I can hear my name out in the crowd, yeah, yeah If I'm high like those other guys you've kissed Maybe I'll find you in my bed again But I'm all alone living on the edge I'm right at the limit, will I ever heal my dying spirit? If I was a hotel lobby you'd be mighty fucking sorry To be staying at this piece of shit right off Highway nine I'm on the floor of my kitchen on a vaporizing mission To find a little calm, please ease my mind I'm so sorry, Alex, I won't make her graduation But tell this lonely girl she's the apple of my eye Tell her, "Take your time, take your time" "Take your, take your, take your time," I get high Yeah, oh, baby, yeah (oh), oh, oh Every night I'm hanging on by a thread, oh Yeah, oh, babe, yeah, oh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah I'll never heal it, my dying spirit