Potholing

You think you got it
Boy, you think you got it
A long-lost heaven deep inside your veins
You think you want it
Boy, you think you want it
The only crutch that love could not replace

A stolen angel shielding you
Each feather payment for it's dues
But those tattered wings won't help him fly
You sacrifice just to get high

She thinks you're on it
Boy, she thinks you're on it
And all she's ever held is your disdain
But if you had it
Boy yeah, if you had it
You'd take it all and rise to fall again

Now I'm a contraband for you
Dictating everything you do
No time to flush me out or change
'Cos I'm potholing inside your veins



Credits
Writer(s): Rob Burgess
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