Harry - Chemical Archives 2

You look seem so unreal
And so does the way i feel
We should stay together
But i can't conceive it
Like a casual happening

I try to step on the brakes
But you turn me on
More than i can take
You know that sometimes i feel like
I'm born everything
To die everynight

A big yellow envelope
Hides my failures
Feeds my hopes
But at the end of the night
MY stomach oches,
My throat is dry

A little metal tube
And a plastic bag
Make our life complete
A little bit strange, like a ritual
Then something goes wrong
Don't ask me why