You got me sippin' on something. I can't compare to nothing I've ever known. I'm hoping that after this fever, I'll survive. I know I'm acting a bit crazy, strung out, a little but hazy. Hand over heart I'm praying that I'm gonna make it out alive. The bed's getting cold and you're not here. The future that we hold is so unclear. But I'm not alive until you call, and Il bet the odds against it all. Save your advice 'cause I won't hear. You might be right but I don't care. There's a million reasons why I should give you up. But the heart wants what it wants. You got me scattered in pieces, shining like stars ad screaming. Lighting me up like Venus but, then you disappear and make me wait. And every second's like torture. Heroin drip, no more so. Finding a way to let go. Baby, no, I can't escape. This is a modern fairytale. No happy endings. No wind in our sails. But I can't imagine a life without breathless moments, breaking me down...
