"Late night, laying in the dark
The back of my eyelids
No questions asked
Because the drugs make me queasy
His voice makes me guilty
(all sweet daggers)
And I know he's wondering if he can keep doing this,
Keep saving me
The pill rolls between the pads of my fingers
Like a bomb
Down my throat
Smooth as a honey-drenched razor.
He loves me when I'm down,
Hates me when I'm high
But in the end it's all the same:
'I just don't want to feel anything.'"