FEEL THIS

I'm surrounded by the addicts, another Friday it's the same old thing. Every Monday I'm your valentine, another weekend that I'm last in line. CHORUS: We may never feel this good again, people say that we both live in sin, crazy ever since I let you in, we may never feel this good again. When I call you on the phone, you might be there but you're never alone, you can't break the picture, just the frame, you cut me out but we're all the same.