In the hotbox In the hotbox I'm on my feet, but I can't feel the ground I'm swimming in the distorted sound What? I can't hear you babe This ain't my buzz, I inherit a high How ya doin'? Have we been hear all night? Speak up, I can't hear you babe High, losing it, losing it High, losing it In the hotbox Boy you numb, and some girl just passed out And to my left is the face of a clown What? There's nothing funny babe Them regulars still passing me rounds No it's blunt but this punch knock me out I'm not an heavyweight Mix up in these sounds And these rainbow colored clouds When those people climbing out and climbing in Watch my head spin Pink and grey illusion, all these colors are confusing Don't remember what I'm doing What? Sorry, anybody in? This is such a pretty house Before the lounge is emptied out And now the television's going Wipe that face off your grin Right now my mind is wasted Slowed it down to taste this Moment which is slowly fading slowly in And I can't take this In the hotbox In the hotbox In the hotbox In the hotbox Look at me all alone in the clouds If only my mom could see me now If she could see me now