Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kalmia Traver] 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 hits the bone I know it's time to go home And feel for something warm and sweet [Chorus: Kalmia Traver] 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 [Interlude: Kalmia Traver] Ah, it feels so good [Verse 2: Kalmia Traver] 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! [Chorus: Kalmia Traver] 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 [Bridge: Alex Toth, Alex Toth & Kalmia Traver] 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 [Outro] 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