Godinho - 2AM in Orlando (Bonus Track) Lyrics

I can't lie, you're always on my mind
THC to ease the pain, liquor always helps the brain
Purple robes for Heaven's Gate
Take the gold from No Face
I don't have a soul to be spirited away
Living in my dreams they feel like old movies
Nostalgia is a drug, overdose to feel the beauty
I'm a poet, putting all my pain in the pad
But I won't let y'all see the pain of my past but
Pick a petal off a dying peony and see why I go mad
All black clothes on my body like I'm Johnny Cash
Everyone hails to the pumpkin song
I'm Sammy Skellington looking for my Sally
In the shadows of the hidden valley
Thieving in the alley
Madly grasping for the power to ascend
And surpass the abbey
Nightime in the south
Too many bars got me foaming from the mouth
Hellish landscapes always fuel my mind
Flip the pennies over so the angels don't have time
I still need to readjust and calibrate my life
So when God comes down, I can leave and take flight
And if there's a Heaven I hope it's filled with you
I need someone to talk to when I feel blue
White hearts turn to red and the old becomes new
Manifesting all my happiness I hope it goes through but
The world has a tendency to kick me when I'm down
And I'm so afraid to smile, all I do is frown
Maybe I've been praying for all the wrong things
I might let the universe just hook me up on strings
Cause I'm tired of living through life
Flick the switch to autopilot
Hope it goes alright
It's a bad case of the Mondays
Everything is mundane
Leave me alone while I'm breathing all this methane

I can't lie, you're always on my mind
THC to ease the pain, liquor always helps the brain
Purple robes for Heaven's Gate
Take the gold from No Face
I don't have a soul to be spirited away
Living in my dreams they feel like old movies
Nostalgia is a drug, overdose to feel the beauty
I'm a poet, putting all my pain in the pad
But I won't let y'all see the pain of my past but
Pick a petal off a dying peony and see why I go mad
All black clothes on my body like I'm Johnny Cash
Everyone hails to the pumpkin song
I'm Sammy Skellington looking for my Sally
In the shadows of the hidden valley
Thieving in the alley
Madly grasping for the power to ascend
And surpass the abbey
Nightime in the south
Too many bars got me foaming from the mouth
Hellish landscapes always fuel my mind
Flip the pennies over so the angels don't have time
I still need to readjust and calibrate my life
So when God comes down, I can leave and take flight
And if there's a Heaven I hope it's filled with you
I need someone to talk to when I feel blue
White hearts turn to red and the old becomes new
Manifesting all my happiness I hope it goes through but
The world has a tendency to kick me when I'm down
And I'm so afraid to smile, all I do is frown
Maybe I've been praying for all the wrong things
I might let the universe just hook me up on strings
Cause I'm tired of living through life
Flick the switch to autopilot
Hope it goes alright
It's a bad case of the Mondays
Everything is mundane
Leave me alone while I'm breathing all this methane