One-Way Ticket To Breakdown - Okta Logue

Across the street there is a man

With a look so tempting

Flipping coins from hand to hand

Or at least pretending

I know, but you don’t

He’ll most likely get you where he wants

'Cause you need, what he keeps:

Fresh supply for fever reveries

A one-way ticket to breakdown

Your bittersweet friend in need

In cold sweat you’re tryin' to keep calm on hazy street

Salty sweets and fever dreams

And in his shiny leather shoes

He’s out there gambling

He carries strawberry jewels

But his ace is pending

I know, but you don’t

You most likely end up where he wants

You need what he keeps:

Gasoline for fever reveries

Your one-way ticket to wake up

Your bittersweet friend in need

In cold sweat you’re tryin' to get out of the juicing machine

Salty sweets and fever dreams

A tangerine in a juicing machine