Yellow House - Strung Out

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Strung out
On the taste of the weekend
Bittersweet
Burning on my tongue
Your lips drip sweet memories
Of passion
And despair
I’m weak with fear
That I could never
Get you out of here
Slow down
Come over here
The nights were made
For inhibitions to disappear
Oozing and heaving
Lustful and deceiving
Oh, the taste of this world
Leaves me reeling
I misplaced my faith in
Circles of excess
I’m trying so hard
But none of this makes sense
Dreaming too much
Too much drinking
Too much sex
I don’t know how
We’ll ever make it through this