Twenty-Three - Press Club

Then you took my hand, said «Are you alright now?»

I can’t see what’s right in front of me

Is it in my head?

Am I breathing?

I can’t feel my face, can’t feel my feet

I can feel your breath with your arm around me

You said «My best friend, he died at 23

Do you understand?

Take it easy

You’ll be fine talking in your sleep»

Tattoos will cover up

Your actions still say so

Make moves and cover up

My body still says no

Man, I’m a witness

Going home, stumbling in the street

Seeing things, I can’t remember

I can’t feel my face, can’t feel my feet

What the fuck was in that shit you gave me

Familiar places and strangers faces changing

In the back room of the bar

Tattoos will cover up

Your actions still say so

Tattoos will cover up

Your actions still say so

Your actions say

Make moves and cover up

My body still says no

Take care

Tattooed and covered up

I can’t see what’s right in front of me