Strung Out

I woke up to the sounds of breaking glass
 Tried to remember where I was last
 Blood on my hands none in my veins
 I went back to the avenue to do it again
 I kept on telling myself I must be doing alright
 Somehow I'd made it to another night
 Then I saw you standing there
 Well suddenly I didn't care about anything
 I'm so strung out on you
 There's nothing left of me
 But the life I took from the air you breathed
 I'm so strung out on you
 There's nothing left of me
 But the life I lost and a memory of you
 I was running from my hunger to find what I craved
 Felt myself going under but I wasn't afraid
 Starving to taste the sight of you
 So weak that I knew I might not ever get to
 I went searching for the soul that led me here
 Tried to find some faith in all this fear
 And there you were still standing there
 well nothing matters - I just don't care
 I woke up to the sounds of breaking glass
 Tried to remember what happened last
 Blood on my hands but feeling no pain
 I went back to the avenue to it again
 And again