Senses Fail

Half smoked cigarettes and your the trash
that infests my sheets.
Can't make a wife out of a whore
dont want your skin on me
And your addicted to the drug of lust
and detox is the cold sweat of shame
and i love your pain
I'd give you these roses now
but I'm left in the thorns.
I'd rather hurt someone than hurt myself.
I'll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel
I'll lose you somewhere on a dusty shelf.
So this love's been worn down
Like some song on tape
the sex has lost all of its fun
like gum loses taste
And your addicted to the drug of lust
and detox is the cold sweat of shame
and i love your pain
I'd give you these roses now