Zanders Poor Circulation
[Verse 1]
I stay wrapped up in layers to keep warm
Even though I'm not a cold person
It's just poor circulation
[Verse 2]
You got in my veins because I shot you up like heroin
I hate to let you go after I let you in
But neither of us should be doing this
[Verse 3]
For once I wanted to ignore
The voice inside my head saying, "slow down"
He sure seems awfully friendly
He sure seems awfully empty
[Verse 4]
The closest I'll get to waking up with you is sleeping in your clothes
The closest I'll get to holding your hand is only with my own
The closest I felt to knowing myself was always in our home
But nobody's home
And when I reach for my phone
I know there's no - no calling you back
How do I get used to that?
