morning comes slow when you don't know

if your gonna make it there so you bite your nails and pull your hair

you grind your teeth and man don't you do your share

it's a wicked addiction, pure friction

and the truth about your lies is their all just fiction

and now i know so i'm just gonna have to let you go

and it took you to show me how

that it takes two to bring each other down

you brought me down



day moves quick when you stick yourself sick

for an hour you float then it's all back down

you pass the others as your leaving town

and it's a crooked affliction your mind gets spinning

and your spine gets twisted

and everybody that you know is out to take everything you own



each other



night moves fast the shadows that you cast

run away from you

and everyone that you touch turns blue

and their all watching you

and it's a wicked addiction, pure friction

and the truth about your lies

is their all just fiction and now i know

so i'm gonna have to let you go



and it's a wicked addiction pure friction

and the truth about your lies is their all just fiction