Бархатная Кожа

Oh. La-la-la-la. Whoa, Whoa. Whoa. Three in the morning, staring at the ceiling. Fighting this familiar feeling. My phone is glowing on the bedside table. I'd call you if I was able. But we play these games, push and pull. Even when the moon is full. Shadows dancing on the wall, wall. Waiting for the hammer to fall. It's physical, it's chemical, it's real. You know exactly how I feel. Withdrawal symptoms kicking in. Crawling underneath my skin. Mid-mid-midnight craving hunger pain. The only reason I can't sleep. I need a fix, I need a taste. No more time left to waste. You are the drug, I am the user. In this game, I'm-I'm the loser. Come on now, fill the space. I just need to see your face. Flashbacks of your silhouette. Oh. The best mistake I ever made. Oh. Perfume lingering on my shirt. Baby, make it hurt. Drive fast, run red, red, lights. We own these city Whoa, whoa. So now just walk inside. Leave your pride outside. Oh, oh. I can't breathe without it. I can't be without it. Give it to me. Mid-mid-midnight craving hunger pain. The only Reason I can't sleep. I need a fix, I need a taste. No more time left to waste. You are the drug, I am the user. In this game, I'm the loser. Come on now, fill the space. I, I just need to see your face. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, Oh. Oh, oh, oh.