run my fingers down the tattoos that cover you
i pull your t shirt on as the bell rang downstairs
take out for two
up all night it's so late it's got early
rub my eyes sunlight seven thirty
so addicted to you and that's the truth
the cigarettes you smoke left marks on my ceiling
you had me feeling like we had meaning
acting like the ** with your t t in your ripped jeans
i'll admit i like it
you got a hold on me
hold my head back last night i had a few too many
i thought i knew when to stop
but i'm under your influence drop heavy
the black blue bruises on your cheek
match the washed out color of my bed sheet
so addicted to you and that's the truth
the cigarettes you smoke left marks on my ceiling
you had me feeling like we had meaning
acting like the ** with your t t in your ripped jeans
i'll admit i like it
you got a hold on me
you got a hold on me
you got a hold
you got a hold on me
you got a hold on me
you got a hold on me
you got a hold on me