I wake up, I give a look to the ceiling
Flat on our backs, yeah, it's a mutual feeling
Harder drugs, well, they're no longer appealing
I got addicted to the hurt and the healing

Lazy day, it feels okay to repeat it
Slip into something just a little more revealing
Harder words, well, they're no longer deceiving
I like the search for the weight and the meaning

Feeling like I should
Feeling like I would