It’s so hard to tell which way’s forward, and which way’s backward
I’ve been going in circles, too many times, around your head like a halo
I can be your angel, be your devil, be your individual addiction
I can love you, I can hate you, I can do anything you want me to do
You can be my high, be my low, you’re my individual addiction
Be my angel, be my devil, be my everything tonight
Love me, hate me, just don’t leave me, just don’t hurt me. No more.
That girl’s got it. That girl’s got it. That girl’s got it all planned out.
Am I just a pawn in your game? Or am I just going insane?
Baby, I’ll gladly be your knight, gladly be your pawn, gladly be your king, if you’re my queen
We’re the individual addictions, getting high and drunk and stupid off each other
I love you, I hate you, I’m everything, or so I hope
Because I’ve got it. I’ve got it. I’ve got it all planned out
When we dance, oh when we dance that sinful dance under the sheets
Baby you’re mine, all mine, and I’m yours forevermore
We’re the angels, the devils, the only ones that matter anymore
So let’s love, let’s hate, let’s be anything and everything
Because you’ll always be my individual addiction
And baby, this high has never lasted so long…