catharsis

The way you whisper brings me gloom

It gives me blisters when I talk to you

The way you whisper brings me gloom

It gives me blisters when I talk to you

The way your lips pursed has cut right through

Foggy window between me and you

I'm addicted to your ways

I'm addicted to your touch

I'm addicted to your ways

I'm addicted to your touch

I'm addicted to your ways

I'm addicted to your touch

I'm addicted to your ways

I'm addicted to your touch

I'm addicted to your ways

I'm addicted to your touch

I'm addicted to your ways

I'm addicted to your touch

I'm addicted to your ways

I'm addicted to your touch

I'm addicted to your ways

I'm addicted to your touch