Run my fingers down the tattoos that cover you
I pull your t-shirt on as the bell rang downstairs
take out for two

Up all night it's so late it's got early
Rub my eyes, sunlight it's 7. 30
So addicted to you
And that's the truth

The cigarettes you smoke left marks on the ceiling
you had me feelin' like we had meaning
(?) with your ripped jeans
I like it you got a hold on me

Hold my hair back last night
I had a few too many
I thought I knew when to stop
but I'm under your influence, drop heavy

the black blue bruises on your cheek
matched the washed-out colour of my bed sheets
So addicted to you and that's the truth

The cigarettes you smoke left marks on the ceiling
You had me feelin' like we had meaning
(?) with your ripped jeans, I admit
I like it you got a hold on me
you got a hold on me
you got a hold on me