I met a boy, all of his tattoos are mute
The colors scream, but they don't say anything
He likes to think that he could light my fuse
He tells me I'm the substance he wants to abuse
And I wanna fall in love with a substance abuser
My own filthy rotten dead beat loser
I wanna fall in love with a life-long addict
So he can be addicted to me
That boy, he swears he lives off broken cigarettes
With his alcoholic binges, and cocaine diets
Maybe that seems harsh, but I'm fine with it
He does the drugs, and I let them do me
I wanna fall in love with a substance abuser
My own filthy rotten dead beat loser
I wanna fall in love with a life-long addict
So he can be addicted to me
That boy, he swears that he is so close to dying
With a needle in his foot, and bottles in each hand
And maybe that's bad news, but I've always said
If you're not fucking the dying, you're fucking the dead |
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