Touching down on familiar ground
Unbalanced and impaired
Too gone to even care
Believe me when I say
That suppression works fine for me
It's easier to pretend
Then try to make amends
Then try to make amends
"Where's the love in that?", you say
When it wasn't there in the first place
Take a hit and pack it away
A temporary fix for temporary days
Can't go back on the things we said
It's too late
Why can't this life of mine slow down
When things are great?
The thought of losing feeling
Is giving away to a temporary fix
Make me feel brand new now
Give me another hit