Chips and Vics

We carry weight just like a stone
You hold my keys I'll carry yours
The only life I’ve ever known
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

You sprinkle doubt just like your cinnamon
The beauties in the subtle hand
It's hard to see from all the mess I'm in
Again

We’ll all be fine in the morning
Through our splitting headache dreams
But for a moment there we just stopped and we stared
As our bodies turned to steam
Can I be all that you need?
Can you see, maybe, if you can stand to stand by me?

You got the answers right in front of you
Yea they've been burning bright for years
It's hard to see it from this point of view
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Some people's faith lies in the parable
They sharpen words like they were spears
I'd rather tangle with the tangible
For years

We'll all be fine in the morning
Through our splitting headache dreams
But for a moment there we just stopped and we stared
As our bodies turned to steam
Can I be all that you need?
Can you see, maybe, if you can stand to stand by me?