Druggie

You're just my brand of heroin - without you I get itchy...

My eyes are blood shot and I can't sleep,

My mouth is dry and I can't breathe...

I can't sit still and pray for death, your withdrawal is killing me!

I can't seem to kick you, darlin', I need another fix...
And each time I try to detox
You come back and pull me in.
I wish that I could fight you, darlin', but each time you call, I come...
I'm like a druggie with my arm out,
I'm like a desperate fucked up druggie
Always pining for your love.
And the worst part of it all, dear,
Is that I can't get enough...
And each time I feel the need, still,
I put my arm out, and pull you in.