Junkie

My hands are all over you
Like all my accusations

When you are on top of me
Just like my guilty conscience

And I am inside of you
Like the truth you won't tell me

Where you're asking me to finish
(Know we should've ended)

All my friends say I'm self-destructive
Or worse, for you, dealer and drug
So, this is our last night—yes, I'm overdosing
Outsmart the system: Go cold from too much

I'll replace you with other habits
Find your shape in clouds in smoke

By mirrors once near us
So I can't see myself,
And I am under the impression
And your influence
That I am moved on
But know I haven't
I've just changed my substance

All my friends
See that I'm a junkie
Camped out on the steps to the temple of us
And I've seen their faces
As they've seen me begging
Outsmart the system: go cold from too much



Credits
Writer(s): Grant, Grant Mower
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