Aftertaste

The emptiness inside, a void that knows my name
Crying out for something more
A tonic full of pain
Cold and all alone
You could be my friend
If I'm headed for disaster, well, I'll see it to the end

You're what I want, I know what you have to give up
Begging for something better
Pull at those fraying threads
You are my cigarette, you stain my fingertips
A bitter aftertaste, fingers are on my lips

You're what I want, I

A fever in the fire
The violence she attained
Sweating now, I'm coming down
You took back all you gave
Cut me to the bone
I lost another friend
If I'm headed for disaster, well
I'll see it to the end

You're what I want, I know what you have to give up
Begging for something better
Pull at those fraying threads
You are my cigarette, you stain my fingertips
The bitter aftertaste, fingers upon my lips

You're what I want, I know what you have to give up
Begging for something better
Pull at those fraying threads
You are my cigarette, you stain my fingertips
The bitter aftertaste, fingers upon my lips

You're what I want

You're what I want, I