what’s real, and what’s for sale?
blew a kiss and tried to take it home
it isn’t you, isn’t me
search for things you can’t see
going blind, out of reach
somewhere in the vaseline
two times and it has rendered me
punch drunk and without bail
think I’d be safer all alone
flys in the vasoline we are
sometimes it blows my mind
keep getting stuck here all the time
you’ll see the look and you’ll see the lies
you’ll eat the lies, and you will.
Lyric Vaseline – Stone Temple Pilots