The Mouth - Still Holding Lyrics

I sold my soul to the devil, while he wasn't there.
I watched my eyes roll back and leaned in to fix my hair.
I turned around and it didn't even occur to me that I was lying there on the ground.
I walked 10 paces then ran to collect the peace, I decided I'd be better off drowning.

I'm still holding my breath.

Fat, gold, and platinum crust my soul in the heavens, and I thought that i'd never look down.
Until my pearl was ripe, I popped open that oyster and took a good hard look all around.
She called the bluff before the flop ever even had a chance and she's not folding now.
I felt her stare as she laid me down and said "child, its about to get cold."

And I'm still holding my breath.
Still holding my breath.