Saturday, August 25, 2007

Get My Fix

altered image of me.
I'm no love junkie,
way past withdrawal,
wouldn't want to score the stuff,
if you've seen what I saw.
The first bit is free,
a sample is took,
the drug that is me,
already we're hooked.
I'm no love junkie,
way past withdrawal,
wouldn't want to score the stuff,
if you've seen what I saw.
Shoot it in man,
give me that fix,
what a rush man,
this stuff is sick.

Mad rush when you're around,
your presence ecstasy,
I'd rush for another score,
if I could afford what you did to me.
I'm no love junkie,
way past withdrawal,
wouldn't want to score the stuff,
if you've seen what I saw.
Clean now for awhile,
one day at a time,
avoiding temptation,
alone all the time.
I'm no love junkie,
way past withdrawal,
wouldn't want to score the stuff,
if you've seen what I saw.

Called But Didn't Leave

Don't want to leave a message,
and have you get back to me.
Though I'd like your attentions,
I don't need your sympathy.
Get back to me,
can it be,
you'd ever get back to me?
I guess that's all,
so screen your calls,
Guess that is what's left of what was or will be.
Back to me,
you and me,
not here so,
will you get back to me?
Don't wanna leave a message,
and have you get back to me.