Mitch foy

No Diggity

Drip, coming down, bring me up again  
Try again, you lie again, I’m high on your oxygen  
Sweat‑stained sheets, yeah I’m wrapped in them  
If this is love, then tell me why I’m back here crashing in

Here we go again, not again, but in the end I pretend  
That I never feel the floor, I just float and I descend  
They say if at first you don’t succeed you try again  
But I’ve tried again and lost again, so I slide back to the den
Another night, waiting for anything and everything  
This can’t be my reality, this cannot be my destiny  
It’s killing me, killing the me that I used to see  
In the mirror, now a stranger’s looking back at me

A weak man who mandated every feeling be translated  
Living life as a double agent, every moment calculated  
Struggling through the days in a haze I can’t escape  
In a daze, amazed I let it get this way
Push it to the limit till the sweat drips to my knees  
Tell myself it’s under control while I’m begging for a release  
Is this all I’ll ever be, is anybody listening  
Or am I talking to a wall in a bathroom whispering

Praying in a stall, not to be forgiven  
But to give in to temptation, call it self‑inflicted prison  
Is it retaliation or just bad judgment  
Either way I’m caught inside the moment

I feel the drip, I feel the hit  
I’m on my knees, I hate this shit  
But I can’t stop, don’t stop, keep rocks  
Keep blocking every knot in my chest, I’m lost
The only thing I know is I don’t know self‑control  
Hope it’s not too late but it’s late, 8 AM again I’m gone  
Take a sip and let it rip, I say I’ll change  
But the drip keeps pulling me back in again

Know No Better (best mix)

Mitch

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