Turbulence - Lisa Marie Presley

Imagine that I can’t be comforted at all

In pieces I went from crawling into a ball

Evidence, it’s in my breathing every day

Less and less and less

Hey you — you wore me out

There was nothing left for anybody else

And you, you’re the last little shit

That anyone expected could put me through this

Yeah it’s true

Turbulence, auto-pilot to control

Down and down and down

And if he’s there, ooh then I’ll take my order to go

He shouldn’t see, he shouldn’t know

Hey you — you wore me out

There was nothing left for anybody else

And you, you’re the last little shit

That anyone expected could put me through this

Yeah fucker it’s true

And over there in the corner of the room

Sat little Jack Horner in his gloom

Oh, how you like it there?

Na na na na na

Hey you — you slithered around while you ripped every vein out

And you — your once so charming self-inflicted tortured act

It’s a loser and a poser’s tool

Hey you — you wore me out

There was nothing left for anybody else

And you, you’re the last little shit

That anyone expected could put me through this

Yeah fucker it’s true

Imagine that

Imagine that