Sweet Spot

I woke up in the grass
The gray November grass
Black and blue
A peaceful, smiling mess
With the feeling just to 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
When 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
Mmm
Love it, love it, yes
It's on the lot
Just make it hot
Mmm
It's sweet spot
In a minute
I like it a lot
Make it hot
Sweet spot, sweet spot
Mmm
Try it out
Again, again, yes
Sweet spot, yeah
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Spot

And you find yourself having episodes
Where you need to be heavily on them
They start backing away
You feel abandoned and betrayed, as though
People only love you when you're perfect
But no one asked you to be perfect
You chose to do that up front because you believed
It was the only way people would love you
And 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