Succumb

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