morning comes slow when you don't know
  if your gonna make it there so you bite your nails and pull your hair
  you grind your teeth and man don't you do your share
  it's a wicked addiction, pure friction
  and the truth about your lies is their all just fiction
  and now i know so i'm just gonna have to let you go
  and it took you to show me how
  that it takes two to bring each other down
  you brought me down
    day moves quick when you stick yourself sick
  for an hour you float then it's all back down
  you pass the others as your leaving town
  and it's a crooked affliction your mind gets spinning
  and your spine gets twisted
  and everybody that you know is out to take everything you own
    each other
    night moves fast the shadows that you cast
  run away from you
  and everyone that you touch turns blue
  and their all watching you
  and it's a wicked addiction, pure friction
  and the truth about your lies
  is their all just fiction and now i know
  so i'm gonna have to let you go
    and it's a wicked addiction pure friction
  and the truth about your lies is their all just fiction