“When you’rе away from me
I’m cravingly impatient, chained up to the bed
Inside my head
And I don’t care
I’m a bitch if I’m not getting my addiction fed
I’ll end up dead
All wrongs do me right, I dig my nails in dynamite
I might go off in the night, and I’ll fend the bite
What am I supposed to do, but sink my teeth in you?
I starve without you on my lips, I’d die without the taste of it
What am I supposed to be when you sink your teeth in me?
‘Cause I live for the way you move, I’d die without the taste of you”