There's an ache in my chest,
When I watch you go,
And I want to say yes,
But I have to say no.
And it's impossible for anyone,
To understand how I feel,
So I try to shrug it off,
Like it's no big deal.
But really I'm obsessed,
I think I hide it very well,
I'm sinfully addicted,
And nobody can tell.
Cause you smell like,
The right kind of high,
And you've got me feeling,
Bluer than the sky.
And your skin is the leather,
I want to be wrapped in,
Your wonderful brain,
Is my new religion.
No one must hear,
I'll worship in secret,
Because I've yet to figure out,
if it'd be worth it--
To let you in,
When it's clearly temporary,
I'll try not to cry,
When you get up and leave me.
Would it still be a waste,
When I'm already wounded?
Struck to the bone,
By too many bullets.
Loving you would be,
Like loving a ghost,
A passing sensation,
That I'm wanting the most.
