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hold me down and give medication to me
drawing in a breath, but it’s empty every time
i’m sick of it all, every drive on the same road
i’ll stop wishing i’ll run into you, i hope
trazodone; bordeaux; what a life i’ve made
i miss that rainfall smell out my window
but, it’s been closed man, it’s been sealed shut for good
i’ll stop wishing for a rope to pull me in from the sea
i’m addicted to everything you do
i’m addicted to every little thing you do
left alone at two in the morning
watch the cigarette smoke form a cloud in the air
at 53rd and 9th i see my hotel disappear
i’ll stop to take in the view, but the fireworks were too bright
i’m addicted to everything you do
i’m addicted to every single thing you do
i should have slept in because i am terrified of the daylight
i need some sustenance to break free from this anxiousness
coffee and cigarettes to ease the pain of this loneliness
now i’m drunk as h-ll as i people-watch on the lower east side
i’m still addicted to everything you do
i’m still in love with you
but i’ll never tell you
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