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