morning comes slow when you don't know  if your gonna make it there so you bite your nails and pull your hair  you grind your teeth and man don't you do your share  it's a wicked addiction, pure friction  and the truth about your lies is their all just fiction  and now i know so i'm just gonna have to let you go  and it took you to show me how  that it takes two to bring each other down  you brought me down    day moves quick when you stick yourself sick  for an hour you float then it's all back down  you pass the others as your leaving town  and it's a crooked affliction your mind gets spinning  and your spine gets twisted  and everybody that you know is out to take everything you own    each other    night moves fast the shadows that you cast  run away from you  and everyone that you touch turns blue  and their all watching you  and it's a wicked addiction, pure friction  and the truth about your lies  is their all just fiction and now i know  so i'm gonna have to let you go    and it's a wicked addiction pure friction  and the truth about your lies is their all just fiction