Lyrics

Mid sentence with the phone in one hand
the art of war in play
i looked left and i saw my eyes in
another ball of clay
how many stories
can be told of the day
or reversed or changed or baked or even claimed
i feel dizzy
i want you so bad i taste it
in every smoke i fake
the stolen charms of a strangers touch
is what i take for pain
how many stories
can be cried for the fame
or reversed or changed or baked or even claimed
i feel dizzy
so dizzy
i feel dizzy
i want you yeah i want you
do i want you, i can't have you
i want you
i want you, do i want you
i can't have you
so how many stories
can be lied for the shame
or reversed or changed or baked or even claimed
i feel dizzy
so dizzy
dizzy on the corner
can't you see
what your love is really doing to me
dizzy