søndag 25. mars 2012

The perfect disease

I need you in the TV, I need you on the train, I need you every single which way
I need you in the mirrors, I need you in my bed, I need you to wreck my head.
I need you in the TV, I need you on the train, I need you just to stand in my way
I need you in the mirrors, I need you in my bed.

It was the perfect disease we had, something to argue and scream about
Who do I see about contracting back, and locking it somewhere it can't be ripped out.
It was the perfect disease we had, and in it's absence lies a painful fact
We all need someone to drive us mad.

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