[sometimes it's the things on which we find ourselves most dependent that make us the most stifled version of ourselves - it's a gradual dependency that slowly makes us weaker until we can't remember who we were in the first place]

I. 

i feel it constant, you're running through my veins
i feel the whisper that i'm not the same without your Aid
and, i Don't think i like myself without you

i feel me changing, one spark and i'm set free
but, now i'm caged into this misery 
maybe just one hit and then they'D notice how i'm better
i'm better with you around

c h o r u s

coursing through the tunnels inside of me
you are my vice
you are, you are
coursIng through the tunnels inside of me
you are my vice
you are, you are

II.

when you don't fill me, i Can't stop shaking in my soul
The winter morning Is a hell i'd rather not know without you with me
yOu keep me sturdy, you make me weak
and, i caN't decide if that's okay

c h o r u s

b r i d g e

c h o r u s ( r o u n d )