Nhạc sĩ: Henry Brill, James Flannigan, Anna Graves
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
I don't want to be best enemies, hate being friendsWhen you call I'll come around and we play pretendCause I don't know how to stop following you like a dogMaking a mess and I'm made to my headMaking a joke and a jail of my bedCause you don't know how to quit dragging me alongBut you're all smoke that I breathe in deepAnd now I'm choking but I can't leave you no wayI'm choking on your contactHigh, highHigh, highCold wooden floor, walk to the door in my bare feetDon't say a word, everything's worse when you speakCause I know how we got hereBut I forget when you hold meAnd we're so lonelyBut you're all smoke that I breathe in deepAnd now I'm choking but I can't leave you no wayAnd now I'm choking but I can't leave you no wayIf I'm a burden then you're the beastYou know I'm tripping on your contactsHigh, highI know you don't need meBut I, I, II'm weak when you touch meBut you're all smoke that I breathe in deepAnd now I'm choking but I can't leave you no wayI make love to youOnly * that I can't sleepCause it tears me up, you know whyOh, is this what you like?Tripping on your contactsHigh, highOh, is this what you like?Tripping on your contactsTripping on your contactsTripping on your contacts