Narcotics

Kissing her feels like a chore
But when we're not, I get the sense that she's bored
Is this what our bodies are for?
I'm too cold to keep anyone warm
She couldn't hold me close enough

'Cause when we're making love, I feel lonelier
When she's crying sorry, I'm angrier
This beautiful world is a big fucking blur
Of hurting and getting hurt

Kissing her feels like a sin
Honey, I've been so quick to forgive
But if God is a bottomless pit
Then grace just excuses our shit
She couldn't hold me long enough

When we're making love, I feel lonelier
When she's crying sorry, I'm angrier
This beautiful world is a big fucking blur
Of hurting and getting hurt
When she whispers patience, I want to rush
The preacher says gentle, I want to cuss
All these narcotics, I can't feel a buzz
And every damn thing that I love
Is just something I'll have to give up

I'll have to give up
Oh, I will give up

Cocaine white lines that we crossed
The weight my compassion would cost
Carry your Manhattan cross
Graffiti the love that we lost
She couldn't quite hold me down enough