I wasted away on excessive doses of

sugar and caffeine:

so addicted that I can drink it down black.

--

Pulse rate of 120, it's like I'm constantly

on the run from you and them:

chasing me to catch up with my intolerance for responsibility.

--

When I close my eyes it's fireworks

inside my head, bright and burning:

I step back from the flames and snap awake.

--

Pulse rate of 120, it's like I'm constantly

on the run from you and them:

chasing me to catch up with my intolerance for responsibility.

--

Picture me, a blur from heels up:

smeared sin and smoke,

where's the line?

--

When I close my eyes it's fireworks

inside my head, bright and burning:

I step back from the flames and snap awake.

--

And, whoa, I'm strung out like broken beads,

blown around, I'm scattered and starving:

starving for touch, heart, addiction.

--

Picture me, a blur from heels up:

smeared sin and smoke,

where's the line?

--

Something like beauty in my eyes,

getting ready to explode, crash and spin:

I can break mirrors with a glance.

--

And, whoa, I'm strung out like broken beads,

blown around, I'm scattered and starving:

starving for touch, heart, addiction.

--

I wasted away on excessive doses of

sugar and caffeine:

so addicted I can drink it down black.

--

Just another case of caffeinated anorexia.

My attention span is fractured.