hotbox

in the hotbox, in the hotbox, i'm on my feet, but i can't feel the ground, i'm swimming in the distorted sound, what? i can't hear you babe, this ain't my buzz, i inherit a high, how ya doin'? have we been hear all night?, speak up, i can't hear you babe, high, losing it, losing it, high, losing it, in the hotbox, boy you numb, and some girl just passed out, and to my left is the face of a clown, what? there's nothing funny babe, them regulars still passing me rounds, no it's blunt but this punch knock me out, i'm not an heavyweight, high, losing it, losing it, high, losing it, in the hotbox, mix up in these sounds and these rainbow colored clouds, when those people climbing out and climbing in, watch my head spin, pink and grey illusion, all these colors are confusing, don't remember what i'm doing, what? sorry, anybody in?, this is such a pretty house before the lounge is emptied out, and now the television's going "wipe that face off your grin", right now my mind is wasted, slowed it down to taste this, moment which is slowly fading slowly in, and i can't take this, in the hotbox, in the hotbox, in the hotbox, in the hotbox, look at me all alone in the clouds, if only my mom could see me now, if she could see me now, high, losing it, losing it, high, losing it, in the hotbox