| You were my drug, now I’m withdrawing
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| When you’re in my blood, nothing’s ever boring
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| I feel it through my veins, so eager to please
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| You give me chest pains, let my heartrate ease
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| Is this blood on my hands or is it just red wine?
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| I find I’m thinking 'bout you nearly all of the night
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| I make up these excuses for the reasons we should meet
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| Is this an addiction or is this just a repeat?
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| I haven’t been taking care of myself
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| I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be in good health
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| I’ve gained weight and I drink too much; |
| maybe that’s why you don’t love me as
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| much
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| I need to start taking care of myself
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| Distracting me from what’s important
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| But you don’t care, and I’m losing focus
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| You push me to the edge, and then you pull me back
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| I swear to God, I’ll have a heart attack
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| My skin’s breaking out and I don’t like what I see
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| When I walk past shiny surfaces, I don’t like being me
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| You say that you want me but you don’t act like you do
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| I’m pretty sure my mum said be careful around you
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| I haven’t been taking care of myself
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| I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be in good health
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| I’ve gained weight and I drink too much; |
| maybe that’s why you don’t love me as
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| much
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| I need to start taking care of myself
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| I don’t care that all my clothes
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| Smell like your second-hand smoke
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| I’ll make any compromise
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| If it keeps you by my side
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| I don’t know why
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| I haven’t been taking care of myself
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| I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be in good health
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| I’ve gained weight and I drink too much; |
| maybe that’s why you don’t love me as
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| much
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| I need to start taking care of myself
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| Do da da, do da-da
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| Do da da do wah-oh!
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| Do da da, do da-da
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| Do da da do wah-oh!
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| Do da da, do da-da
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| Do da da do wah-oh!
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| Do da da, do da-da
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| Do da da do wah-oh! |