Intoxicated
I'm intoxicated from your love (love)
And you tell me, I'm enough (you're enough)
Then you leave me in the night
As I look down, my hands are covered in your blood (blood)
When I look into your eyes now
Will you tell me, will you tell me pretty lies now
Will you break my heart, and make me wanna cry now
Or will you leave me on my own, full of denial, now
Do you want me, or my attention
Telling me to watch my mouth
Well girl, excuse my french
'Cause, I can't handle suspense any longer, listen baby
Love
You're enough
Blood
I'm intoxicated from your love (love)
And you tell me, I'm enough (you're enough)
Then you leave me in the night
As I look down, my hands are covered in your blood (blood)
I've been thinking bout what we coulda been
I've been thinking bout the love we coulda had
I've been thinking bout all your stupid friends
I saw the good in you, even when you did me bad
Please don't sit there and say nothing
Lying about love, that's the worst kind of bluffing
Hope in the chamber's nothing
'Cause your love's Russian Roulette, and it's too late to be running
I'm intoxicated from your love (love)
And you tell me, I'm enough (you're enough)
Then you leave me in the night
As I look down, my hands are covered in your blood (blood)
I'm intoxicated from your love (love)
And you tell me, I'm enough (you're enough)
Then you leave me in the night
As I look down, my hands are covered in your blood (blood)
And you tell me, I'm enough (you're enough)
Then you leave me in the night
As I look down, my hands are covered in your blood (blood)
When I look into your eyes now
Will you tell me, will you tell me pretty lies now
Will you break my heart, and make me wanna cry now
Or will you leave me on my own, full of denial, now
Do you want me, or my attention
Telling me to watch my mouth
Well girl, excuse my french
'Cause, I can't handle suspense any longer, listen baby
Love
You're enough
Blood
I'm intoxicated from your love (love)
And you tell me, I'm enough (you're enough)
Then you leave me in the night
As I look down, my hands are covered in your blood (blood)
I've been thinking bout what we coulda been
I've been thinking bout the love we coulda had
I've been thinking bout all your stupid friends
I saw the good in you, even when you did me bad
Please don't sit there and say nothing
Lying about love, that's the worst kind of bluffing
Hope in the chamber's nothing
'Cause your love's Russian Roulette, and it's too late to be running
I'm intoxicated from your love (love)
And you tell me, I'm enough (you're enough)
Then you leave me in the night
As I look down, my hands are covered in your blood (blood)
I'm intoxicated from your love (love)
And you tell me, I'm enough (you're enough)
Then you leave me in the night
As I look down, my hands are covered in your blood (blood)
Credits
Writer(s): Phileas Smith
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