Stone Temple Pilots Follow

(Music by E. Kretz; Words by S. Weiland)

Don't cut out my paper heart, I ain't dyin' anyway

Take a look at eye full towers

Never trust them dirty liars

Sippin' lemon yellow booze 'ole' leadbelly sings the blues

All dressed up on wedding day keep on trippin' 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