Addicted

I packed my bags a thousand times,
Swore this was the last goodbye.
But your voice on the phone— God,
I hate the way it feels like home.
I tried her arms, I tried the wine,
But nothing kills the taste of you.
You’re the ghost in every room,
The only hell I can’t outrun.
We’re fire and gasoline,
One spark away from blowing up again.
We keep breaking , keep repeating,
Like a record scratched on all our flaws.
I hate the way , I need you,
But I can’t stop this freefall…
Addicted to the fall!
Addicted to the fall!

You call me "crazy," call me "cold,"
But who’s the one who won’t let go?
We’re a wreck, we’re a war,
But God, your fight turns me on…
You curse my name, you steal my sheets,
Leave me hollow, then come back to me.
We’re the joke the devil tells,
A perfect love that’s built to fail.

May be love’s not supposed to feel like knives…
Then why does heaven hurt without you in my life?
If it’s wrong – why does everything else feel like a lie?
We keep breaking , keep repeating,
Like a drug we can’t detox.
I hate the way I love you ,
But I’ll always catch your fall…

Addicted… addicted…