When we met, you wore black on black and
Strolled through the smoke like a femme fatal.
You tried to hide the veins with tracks but
I knew your past was something major.
Those holes in your arms didn't laugh and
I felt like they'd be back sooner or later.
Our love was sure to be tragic but
We were willing to fade away together.
Coke became our habit and
Cut into us like a thousand razors.
Every night was like a strange magic but
By sunrise, we were lost in the dark forever.
We hoped to be lovers not just addicts and
Told ourselves that we would get better.
That first gaze you gave had me trapt but
All along I knew I wouldn't be your savior.
We were shooting stars stuck in an attic and
Never stopped believing in happily ever after.