How come every time I think to myself, that you’re not yourself?
And there’s nothing else I’d rather do than see you naked on a bed.
Post-coital confusion gets me. I’m not innocent.
But you can’t tell me you didn’t want it too.
How come every time? It’s never enough.
We do the same old stuff.
But you can’t stop me cause I’m warning you.
Baby, I’m leaving. Get ready for me to disappear.
Oh so crazy, I’m seeing all the wrong things in all the right places.
All the right things in all the wrong places.
And every single second you wasted on me,
Wouldn’t be so good without the drugs,
Flowing fluently throughout my entire body.
(Everything could be a dream)