Strung Out - Yellow House

Strung out

On the taste of the weekend

Bittersweet

Burning on my tongue

Your lips drip sweet memories

Of passion

And despair

I’m weak with fear

That I could never

Get you out of here

Slow down

Come over here

The nights were made

For inhibitions to disappear

Oozing and heaving

Lustful and deceiving

Oh, the taste of this world

Leaves me reeling

I misplaced my faith in

Circles of excess

I’m trying so hard

But none of this makes sense

Dreaming too much

Too much drinking

Too much sex

I don’t know how

We’ll ever make it through this