from 'Self Portrait'
Shank: vintage parlour six string, Crafter parlour, Warwick Alien acoustic bass
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Love as addiction, and the difficult task of retaining the more positive memories of a relationship
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It's impossible to say why I'm feeling A-okay
I'll bet it upsets you, there's a chance I could forget you
Misplace all those memories, deny your ownership of me
It's impossible to stay; it seems so pointless anyway
And yes, it upsets me that you'll probably forget me
Displace all that chemistry, defy a stubborn destiny
It's like the line between pleasure and burning addiction
It's like knowing with each step that you're surrendering
It's like hating your guts, but kissing your skin
It's like wanting out when I'm in
Each and every moment leading to today
They're all in danger of just fading away
I bet it upsets them that we'll probably forget them
Replace every memory, surrender them to history
It's like the line between pleasure and burning addiction
It's like knowing with each step that you're surrendering
It's like hating your guts, but kissing your skin
It's like wanting out when I'm in
We'll cross them sometimes, these cracks in the tar
A broken guitar that's way out of key
You're turning to me and I've turned away
I'm turning the key and you're in my way
It's like the line between pleasure and burning addiction
It's like knowing with each step that you're surrendering
It's like hating your guts, but kissing your skin
It's like wanting out when I'm in
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