They say that when addicted only you can fight the itch
Well I\'ve given up addiction \'cause it means I\'ll have to quit
I need your red lips pressed to mine so I can feel that burn
And I always knew you\'d feel good
So now I crave your touch
Your fingers fit the spaces between mine Just like the throttle
Now I\'m drinking from your youth like its aged whiskey from the bottle
Without a fix I\'m barely breathing
You\'re that sugar I must taste and the light to break the shadows that will tear away the pain