You're Like A Rush, You're Like A Drug
an outtake from my 'sedated' picture.
Happy HumpDay y'all!
I like to think that i'm a pretty good kisser
I like to think I maybe broke a few hearts
But since I met you I'm a victim of disaster
I like to think I got it down to an art
So here's where the problem starts
You're shittin' on my heart
Oh I can't take it again and again and again
All I wanted from you
Was a night maybe two
You beat me at my own game
No, It's not okay
I'm the one that's missing out
All I needed to do
Was get just a taste of you
And now I'm sick all in my head
You poisened me instead
Trust me, trust me, I think I got heartbreak down
I like to wake and go to bed around whenever
I like to maybe come and go when I choose
But now I'm waiting for a text, call, whatever
What's gotten into me, besides you
You're like a rush, you're like a drug, it's just the
sight of you
I like to think that I could kick you but it's what you
do
You knew we could be
What's the lord think of me
But you're so fuckin' weak I find it hard for me to
breathe
So here's where my story ends...
...you're not rid of me
~ Heartbreak Down, by p!nk
You're Like A Rush, You're Like A Drug
an outtake from my 'sedated' picture.
Happy HumpDay y'all!
I like to think that i'm a pretty good kisser
I like to think I maybe broke a few hearts
But since I met you I'm a victim of disaster
I like to think I got it down to an art
So here's where the problem starts
You're shittin' on my heart
Oh I can't take it again and again and again
All I wanted from you
Was a night maybe two
You beat me at my own game
No, It's not okay
I'm the one that's missing out
All I needed to do
Was get just a taste of you
And now I'm sick all in my head
You poisened me instead
Trust me, trust me, I think I got heartbreak down
I like to wake and go to bed around whenever
I like to maybe come and go when I choose
But now I'm waiting for a text, call, whatever
What's gotten into me, besides you
You're like a rush, you're like a drug, it's just the
sight of you
I like to think that I could kick you but it's what you
do
You knew we could be
What's the lord think of me
But you're so fuckin' weak I find it hard for me to
breathe
So here's where my story ends...
...you're not rid of me
~ Heartbreak Down, by p!nk