Wash your back so you won't stab mine
  Get in bed with your own kind
  Live your life so you don't see mine
  Drape your back so you won't shine
    Ooh then she holds my hand
  And I lie to get a smile
    Using what I want
  To get what you want
    Ooh sweet amber
  How sweet are you?
  How sweet does it get?
    Chase the rabbit, fetch the stick
  She rolls me over 'till I'm sick
  She deals in habits, deals in pain
  I run away, but I'm back again
    Ooh then she holds my hand
  And I lie to get a smile
  And she squeezes tighter
  I still lie to get a smile
    She holds the pen that spells the end
  She traces me and draws me in