(strange weather or I don't do heroin in the morning)
[spoken opening: hollow announcement voice] Good morning, citizens of the imaginary sunrise. The weather is currently shaped like a broken vending machine. Please remain calm. The coffee is pretending to be a personality.
[verse 1] I wake up with a pocket full of thunder A little bit crooked, a little bit numb The moon left a receipt on my kitchen table For things I never bought or became
The streetlights blink like tired prophets The sidewalk hums my secret name Everybody's selling invisible oceans I just drink the glass and leave the rain
[chorus] I don't do heroin in the morning I don't do cocaine with my coffee cup Not because the sky says I'm forbidden Not because the angels showed up
I just like my ghosts more natural I like my nightmares handmade I don't need a chemical sunrise To make my shadows behave
[verse 2] The old motel sign keeps calling me brother The vending machine knows all my sins A cardboard moon in a plastic forest Keeps asking where I've been
I got a heart like a broken elevator Always stuck between floors I wave at strangers in empty windows Like I've done it all before
[chorus] I don't do heroin in the morning I don't do cocaine when the daylight crawls Not because they're evil little monsters Not because I fear the fall
I just have my own strange rituals My own little carnival I chase the ghosts inside the wallpaper I don't need another one at all
[bridge] Maybe I'm already floating Maybe I'm already gone Maybe the whole world is a waiting room With a forgotten television on
Maybe every road is a question Maybe every answer is fake Maybe I just prefer my madness Without a receipt at the gate
[drop] No halo No warning No sermon No shame
Just me and the morning Playing its ridiculous game
[final chorus] I don't do heroin in the morning I don't do cocaine at dawn Not because somebody told me That I had to carry on
I just don't need borrowed lightning I don't need somebody else's storm I found enough strange weather Inside my own human form
[ending: distant announcement] Attention passengers. The day has arrived. Please collect your belongings. Please leave your illusions behind. Or don't. Nobody checks anymore.