It's hard for me to sleep
But I hate being conscious
Of every little thing
This headache is a constant

When your legs shake
With a soft violence
It's okay if pastel pinks
Show up on your face

It's not often
In Texas
But someday the season has gotta change
When I'm with you
I'm craving closeness
But I feel used

We closed the casket
Filled it with violets
It's best if you don't try to remember the days
When we were lost in our ways

I lie awake in a new day and age
Where I know the seasons never will change
When I'm with you
I'm craving closeness
But I feel used

I hate everything
And staying up late

I'm an addict, addicted to you
I love all of the things that you do

I'm an addict, addicted to you
I love all of the things that you do