Addictions

Here comes the feeling,
Like I'm falling out of touch.
I'm sick of all this plastic in my veins
because we've been fixed too much.
We'll take the road back home
if we remember where we came from
(and that is where we are).
Did you say Summer's getting
too hot for you?
Kill the noise, we'll take it slow.
We'll drive north till we hit snow,
and that will be where we are;
Here comes the feeling,
Like I'm falling out of touch.
I'm sick of all this plastic in my veins
because we've been fixed too much.
Oh, so tonight, I'm adding social suicide
to my list of addictions.
This is the last true summer night,
so make it count
(and love is where we are).
I'll be waiting on our hearts to open up.
Kill the dance club radio.
When you get here let me know
(I want to be where you are).
Here comes the feeling,
Like I'm falling out of touch.
I'm sick of all this plastic in my veins
because we've been fixed too much.
Oh, so tonight, I'm adding social suicide
to my list of addictions.
Let it all come out, Woah....
Here comes the feeling,
like I'm falling out of touch.
Oh, so tonight, I'm adding social suicide
to my list of addictions.
Here comes the feeling,
Like I'm falling out of touch.
I'm sick of all this plastic in my veins
because we've been fixed too much.
Oh, so tonight, I'm adding social suicide
to my list of addictions.
Tonight, I'm adding social suicide
to my list of addictions.