Witch Hunt. Blood-Red States. All Torn Up. Zeneszám

It suddenly seems dark in here
Nothing quite what it appears
Vision blurred, judgment impaired
Don't know if you ever cared
Wasted nights draw me closer to you
For another night or two
Addicted to the buzz
Addicted to the buzz
is this love?

Ambiguity keeps me company every step of the way
Hangover greets me throughout the day
That same fucking poison that rips my stomach apart
Reminds me of you and hits me straight in the heart
Wasted nights draw me so much closer to you
For another night or two
Addicted to the buzz
Addicted to the buzz
is this love?

Fall for someone that I don't even know
We'll worry about it tomorrow
Our future seems bleak
And our time short and sweet

Lure me in, suck me dry, make me cry
Will you sleep tonight?

Build it up, self destruct, redeem yourself
Now I'm all torn up