nicotine on my lips black caffeine i need my fix a kind of feeling that clouds my thoughts keep looking at my phone
your body against my own coursing through my own bones a kind of need that clouds my thoughts can’t stop looking at my phone
poison to my life i need you in my life just stay out of my life remember when you were my life now you’re just a cold knife
intoxicated slur my words living under the influence nauseous withdrawal i’ll get out of this haze that clouds my thoughts but i won’t look at my phone
a new you led me through she’s different but still true not healed but healing the skies are clear because now it’s her name on my phone