Narcotics

Kissing her feels like a chore
But when we're not I get the sense that she'd bored
Is this what our bodies are for?
I'm too cold to keep anyone warm
She couldn't hold me close enough

Cause when we're making love I feel lonelier
When she's crying "sorry" I'm angrier
This beautiful world is a big fucking blur
Of hurting and getting hurt

Kissing her feels like a sin
And I've been so quick to forgive
But if God is a bottomless pit
Grace just excuses our shit
She couldn't hold me long enough

Cause when we're making love I feel lonelier
When she's crying "sorry" I'm angrier
This beautiful world is a big fucking blur
Of hurting and getting hurt

When she calls me patience, I want to rush
The preacher says gentle, I want to cuss
All these narcotics I can't feel a buzz
Every damn thing that I love
Is just something I'll have to give up