Grand Paradise - Mike Shinoda Mix

I can be romantic
 When I'm starving for sleep
 When I try but I can't seem
 To remember anything
 With hair from a dog
 I've got a fistful of its mane
 It's too coarse to stomach
 So I shove it down my throat
 Luck left late Saturday and now
 Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed
 They watch me sleeping in the kennel again
 I can't recall the bark but the bay, I admit
 If I was listening I could hear it
 I'm shock-collared at the gates of heaven
 25 years that I've been trying to shake loose
 And if I try to sit still
 Then someone's breathing down my neck
 So I'm embarrassing myself again
 I should see myself out
 Lay me down in the tub
 Throw away my phone
 Strap a muzzle to my mouth now
 Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed
 They watch me sleeping in the kennel again
 I can't recall the bark but the bay, I admit
 If I was listening I could hear it
 If I was listening I could hear it
 Palms kept white hot gold rings folded like a
 Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now
 I've done nothing right
 I've gone wrong beside
 I can't see what's there
 And Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed
 They watch me sleeping in the kennel again
 I can't recall the bark but the bay, I admit
 If I was listening I could hear it
 If I was listening I could hear it
 But if I was listening I could hear it