Sweet Spot

I woke up in the grass
The gray November grass
Black and blue
A peaceful smiling mess
With a feeling just a guess
That I had lost you
Rolling down a hill
My favorite kind of spill
Dizzy retreat
When the bitter hits the bone
I know it's time to go home
And feel for something warm and sweet

I'm feeling for the sweet spot
I don't know if I'm ready or not
Why does life always serve it up so hot
I'm feeling for the sweet spot
I don't know if I'm ready or not
Why does life always serve it up so hot
Maybe I should just go and smoke some pot

Ah
That feels so good

I woke up in a pile
Made of my own smile
Bloody teeth
The puddles on my cheeks
A salty kind of sweet
Hints of pining mixed with extended harmony
The error and the trial
Went walking down the aisle
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
It's impossible to plan
But this shit won't hit its own fan
So let's go! Dive in! Feel it out! Woo!

I'm feeling for the sweet spot
I don't know if I'm ready or not
Why does life always serve it up so hot
Ouch
I'm feeling for the sweet spot
I don't know if I'm ready or not
Why does life always serve it up so hot

I'm feeling for the sweet spot
I don't know if I'm ready or not
Why does life always serve it up so hot
Ouch
I'm feeling for the sweet spot
I don't know if I'm ready or not
Why does life always serve it up so hot
Maybe I should just go and smoke some pot

Sweet spot
I like it a lot
Mmmmmmm hmmm
Love it love it yes
It's on the lot
Just make it go hot
Mmmmmmm hmmm
It's
Sweet spot
Innocent
I like it a lot
Make it go hot
Sweet spot, sweet spot
Mmmmmmm hmmm
Try it now
Again again
Yes
Sweet spot
Mm mmm mmm mmm mmm mm
Mm mmm mmm mm
Mm mmm mmm mm
Mm mmm mmm mm
Mm mmm mmm mm
Mm mmm mmm mm
Spot

And you find yourself having episodes
Relying too heavily on them
They start backing away
You feel abandoned and betrayed
As though people only love you when you're perfect
No one asked you to be perfect
You chose to do that upfront
Because you believed it was the only way
People would love you
Then eventually you burn out
Drop the mask and act out
Then people leave and the protective self says
Oh my god
People always leave me when I'm not perfect
But that's not the truth