Your a piece of warn out clothing and you fill me with fear
You fill me up with loathing for the time when I got near
I wish that I could fake it and say that I didn’t care
Without you I am naked your the habit that I wear

Your every smoke filled breath
In the word that must be spoken
Richorul remained unbroken

There are thoughts of you that break
The laws that I obey
The stuff that flows in your viens
All the places and names

Your my lover your my healer
Your my lover your my healer

Your the job I wanna quit
But I still need the money
So if I say you’re full of shit
I’m only being funny

Your the danger that I flirt with
And to kill you I must prove it ??
???
Your the odds I must

Some call it love, and say it comes from above
Some call it a bind and say it’s all in your mind
And it hold it all together the body and soul
But not forever, everything gets old


It could ware down my hart, blow a person apart
Well your something to lean on
Something to lean on
Something to lean on
Something to lean on