Pink Cloud Syndrome lyrics

Summer slowly singed our foreheads We drank the dregs and you read my palms You said you'd seen something scary In the lower mount of Mars No one likes a longshot more than Any desperate gambling man Watch me run from post to pillar There's chaos in the calm It's my pink cloud syndrome It's my pink cloud syndrome It's my pink cloud syndrome It's my pink cloud syndrome Hotel continental breakfast The vodka's pulling out my tongue Vomit on connecting flights The cigarettes that stain your thumbs Picking at my scabs again I can't leave the things alone Better enemies than friends A dream ran off with everything I own I own I own I own I own Weights and measures, guilty pleasures Hanging on the thinnest thread One more season, one more reason One more then I'll go to bed It's my pink cloud syndrome It's my pink cloud syndrome It's my pink cloud syndrome It's my pink cloud syndrome Weights and measures Guilty pleasures One more season One more reason