Trippin' on a Hole in a Paper Heart Stone Temple Pilots

Don't cut out my paper heart
I ain't dying anyway
Take a look at Eiffel towers
Never trust them dirty liars

Sipping lemon yellow booze
Old lead-belly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day
Keep on tripping anyway

I am, I am I said I'm not myself
But I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade

Fake the heat and scratch the itch
Skinned up knees and salty lips
I'll breathe your life, Vicks vapor life
And when you binge, I purge alike, let go

It's harder holding on
One more trip and I'll be gone
So keep your head up, keep it on
Just a whisper, I'll be gone

Take a breath and make it big
It's the last you'll ever get
Break your neck with diamond noose
It's the last you'll ever choose

I am, I am I said I'm not myself
But I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer, let me go
Let me be, just let me be

I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
But I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade

I am, I am I said I'm not myself
But I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer, let me go
Let me be, just let me be

I am, I am I said I'm not myself
But I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade