Rubblebucket - Sweet Spot lyrics

I woke up in the grass
The grey 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 hit's 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 it 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 it life always serve it up so hot
Maybe I should just go and smoke some pot

Ah, it feels so good

I woke up in a pile made of my own smile
And bloody teeth the puddles on
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 it's 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 it 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 it life always serve it up so hot
Maybe I should just go and smoke some pot

Sweet spot i like it a lot
Mm hmm love it, love it, yes
It's on the lot just make it go hot
Mm hmm yes
Sweet spot innocent
I like it a lot make it go hot
Sweet spot, sweet spot mm hmm
Try it now again, again
Yes sweet spot
Spot

And you find yourself having episodes
Relying to heavily on them
They start backing away
You feel abandoned and betrayed
That 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
Would be 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