 I was taking tips of it to my nose, and I wish I could get back there Some place back there, smiling in the pictures you would take You're doing crystal meth, I'll lift you up until you break It won't stop, I won't come down and keep stopped With the tick-tock rhythm, I bumped for the drop And then I bumped up, I took the hit that I was given Then I bumped again, then I bumped again, then How do I get back there to the place where I fell asleep inside you? How do I get my