Hear the Victrola
Lost in the attic. Haunted by the shadows
The shadows of who we used to be
Lost in some section of our memories
They told us love would tear us apart
But now we know.
It was never our love for eachother
It's our love for the drugs.

And remember ..if you can
How we would lie on the bench
Taking turns to inject
The colourful poison.
The vengeful poison.
The nourishment of my heart.
Kept it beating.
Beating.

Can you hear our footsteps
When we were young
When the only high we knew
Was love?
We were so innocent
Not scarred by time
And now. We are
No longer divine.

I remember your bright complexion
And pretty blue eyes
Now their lost
In a world of deceit, sleep and lies.

Because it takes me 50 hits
Before I can breathe
It takes a dozen pills
And a line before I can believe

And I'd be living a fantasy world
If I ever thought
I could break free
Maybe its the drugs talking for me
But I think it's true
It's a new me.
And it's a whole new you.