Oh baby you,
you got what I need!*

Or at least I thought you did,
because like the cigarettes I sometimes smoke
I picked you up because I needed a change of pace
and you seemed like the coolest option.

And after a while I was addicted to every bit of you
too long without a drag and my hands started to shake
and I made Oscar seem like a nice guy.

Ever focused on my fix I fought harder and harder
to keep you around
which only left the high feeling like the norm
and the norm feeling like madness.

Eventually the pain of addiction took its toll as it always does
and I swore off of you.
Still nothing every truly goes away and when I see you
I still get the itch to....
But I don't, I can't

I'm an addict and I know what you do to me and
I realize now that what I thought I needed
I only wanted
far to much to have.

I've found other ways to get that high now
ways that lift me up but that also let me down
without leaving me twitching and craving more.

Oh baby you,
you had what I wanted,
but you don't got what I need.