Aftertaste

The emptiness inside
Avoid that knows my name
Crying out for something more
A tonic for the pain
Cold and all alone
You could be my friend
If I'm headed for disaster well
I'll see it to the end
You're what I want I know what you have to give
I'm begging for something better
Pull at those fraying threads
You burn my cigarette you stain my fingertips
The better aftertaste lingers upon my lips
You're what I want
The fever and the fire

The violence you tame

Sweating now I'm coming down

You took back all you gave

Cut me to the bone

I lost another friend

If I'm headed for disaster well

I'll see it to the end
You're what I want I know what you have to give
I'm begging for something better
Pull at those fraying threads
You burn my cigarette you stain my fingertips
The better aftertaste lingers upon my lips
You're what I want I know what you have to give
I'm begging for something better
Pull at those fraying threads
You burn my cigarette you stain my fingertips
The better aftertaste lingers upon my lips
You're what I want
You're what I want I