Wash your back so you don't stab mine
get in bed with your own kind
live your life so you don't see mine

drape your back so you wont shine

ooh then she holds my hand

and I lie to get a smile

using what I want

to get what you want

ooh sweet amber

how sweet are you?
how sweet does it get?


chase the rabbit, fetch the stick
she rolls me over till i'm sick
she deals in habits, deals in pain

I run away, but im back again..

ooh then she holds my hand

and I lie to get a smile
and she squeezes tighter
I still lie to get a smile


she holds the pen that spells the end
she traces me and draws me in