Its Not The Drugs
Right about now
I’m staring at the walls
Tryin to figure out how
I’m going to stop this fall
And I’m looking at the ceiling
To tell me why
I have this feeling
like I want to die
You take my breath away
With everything that you do
but I don’t think it’s love
and it’s not the drugs
that make me feel the way I do
When I was helpless on the floor
Now here I am again
Right where I was before
And I’m trying to find
Out, without a doubt, about you
Then maybe I’ll know why
I get this feeling
Like I want to die
You sweep me off my feet, yeah
With everything that you do
But I don’t think it’s love
and it’s not the drugs
that make me feel the way I do
You lied about how
And I’m confused, feeling used
Wondering what to do now
When I’ve been talking to the walls
And I’ve been staring down the ceiling
No matter what I try
I get this feeling
Like I want to die
You kiss my pain away
With everything that you do
And I don’t think it’s love
But it’s not the drugs
