Loose

I don't know why I keep on doing it Through parted fingers I am watching as it spins again I felt ok, about an hour ago Falling backwards down your stairs that ain’t a way to go How many people will it take to carry me out of here? I can't remember much but what I can ain't very clear How many people will it take to carry me out of here? I can’t remember much but what I can, I don't adhere Well my chest hurts, from the knuckles And my head hurts on account of the floor I try to recollect, just what happened As the blood runs, to the bag on the floor