i need a fix, an overhaul

so i don't keep on going back every time he calls

and says i'm a pretty thing        i need what he says

but like that a drug that runs out i get weak and need him again


i do this


over and over and over and over again            x2



god help the girl, who lives with him

she must be broken not to know where i fit in

or maybe she does, and follows him out

so she can see with her own two eyes what he lies about


she does this




all three of us looking for love, but none of us wants to give up

the corner piece of the puzzle, that will never be enough