Hand Me My (X) I'm [Y]! (Live)

My heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket

In the deep city streets in the summer of 2012

And I never even saw her face

My dreams were shattered like a stained-glass window

Jesus in pieces, I believe I threw a brick right through Him

But my memory could not be saved

It just seems unlikely that it's me who was to blame

So I bookmark my DSM 'cause I need to remember my place

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet

No, I need to hit the bottom

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet

No, I need to hit the bottom

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Take you with me

My soul was crushed like a tall boy underneath the

Boots on the curb, and I'm still picking up my molars

And putting them back in my face

My name was soiled by a last call spill with a

Backwash swill and the blackout killed me

Sober on impact from a fall from grace

Take the road on higher ground and tell me

"Don't look down! You'll fall and break your back"

But that just reminds me how there's more to be found Beneath the black

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet

No, I need to hit the bottom

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet

No, I need to hit the bottom

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Take you with me

Bottle, well, or barrel? All are empty

Dug, or drank, or poured it out

When too much is not enough

There's plenty more where that came from around

Looking up, we see the point of entry

Between where we are and we've been

Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me

Hand me my shovel, I'm going in

Looking up, we see the point of entry

Between where we are and we've been

Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me