| Where’ve you gone?
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| It’s been seven solid days withdrawn
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| And no, see, I don’t care
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| I just want to know you’re unimpaired
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| It’s okay, take your time
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| Our restraints are still aligned
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| We’re the product of a crowded youth
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| And though I’m vain, full of pride
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| Strictly cavalier inside
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| I’d scratch all that I amounted to
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| I don’t ever wanna let you go
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| You’re the only one who lets me in
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| But every time I try to hold my own
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| Yeah, I can never seem to get a grip
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| And I don’t ever wanna give you up
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| I always say I’ll get ahead of it
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| But every time they try to fix me up
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| I get addicted to the medicine
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| But now I’m shook
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| It’s been seven solid weeks withstood
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| And babe, from what I’ve heard
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| I’ll admit that I’m a bit concerned
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| Now it’s grave, now it’s plight
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| I regret all of the fight
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| I spent milking every ounce of truth
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| You are great, you are bright
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| Strictly radiant inside
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| I should’ve worshipped every ounce of you
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| I don’t ever wanna let you go
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| You’re the only one who lets me in
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| But every time I try to hold my own
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| Yeah, I can never seem to get a grip
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| And I don’t ever wanna give you up
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| I always say I’ll get ahead of it
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| But every time they try to fix me up
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| I get addicted to the medicine
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| I don’t ever wanna let you go
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| You’re the only one who lets me in
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| But every time I try to hold my own
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| Yeah, I can never seem to get a grip
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| And I don’t ever wanna give you up
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| I always say I’ll get ahead of it
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| But every time they try to fix me up
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| I get addicted to the medicine |