he doesn't trust me like those other boys did

but then again, he doesn't mind my fingers like needles,

my tongue burning, lighting up his blood.

i've got him strung out, strung up, but i'm the savior,

roll the rock and shut my mouth and then three days later

he's moaning and i'm the heroine, speed fast down the highway.

paralyzed by cop car sirens, red and blue, like a fire,

like my tongue burning, lighting up the blood.

he doesn't trust me like those other boys did

(they didn't know i cause withdrawal).