Glistening gold against my skin
What I won't use to wrap my body in
The darkness has my back
Beneath its surface I've been planning an attack
I'm the virus in your veins
I'm the smoke that you are craving to inhale
I'm the things you can't digest
I'll bring a six pack, cigarettes
Hoping you'll never forget
A year ago in May
It was cold despite the sunlit day
We lay down on our bed
Rolled back to back and all was said
I'm the virus in your veins
I'm the smoke that you are craving to inhale
I'm the things you can't digest
I'll bring a six pack, cigarettes
Hoping you'll never forget
An early train
A different name
I saw your face turn
To something new
