Love is a drug Love is a drug Users And Abusers

Cold Coffee Cigarettes Dirty Fingernails Messy hair Itchy beard

You were never any good for me. And I was never any good for you. But I loved you any way. You’re a bad habit. And I’m your addict.

You were my first You were my last You were my worst You were my best Over you

There’s a man on the run A fugitive with a gun I thought I never see the day For this to cross into my county’s Lines

Bright April Earth Begins To unsettle Shedding away

Tick Tick Tock Goes the beat Of the clock

Those not busy being born Are busy dying Get busy living Or get busy dying I’m trying

Stumbling around With my eyes closed I never found love at all Until I read The cryptics on the wall

Play it off beat. Call it syncopation. Take a rest. Call it hesitation. Move to the rythm

You say you want a love just like… But we all know that shit is oh so… For love’s not a game of make or b… It’s a game of give and take So smile empty soul

Darling confide in me By the fireside And melt the past away make the yuletide merry As we watch the present year

Sitting alone In our old home My old room The walls still painted blue Boxes containing histories