You Drain Me

Pressed your buttons, played your game. Feels like you came, dressing like you're leaving On call wild roll you need. Roll quarters in my pocket, I'm not that happy to see you I could say no, but sometimes I like getting blown We're getting down, I'm getting low You drain me Fill this void so hollow You drain me Fractured feelings born to loose. Tight in the noose, smothered strangulation Classic defiled ride you need. Seven pre-rolls in my pocket, to tolerate my own existence I could say no, but sometimes I like getting blown We're getting down, I'm getting low You drain me Fill this void so hollow You drain me Starve or feed your psyche. You're invited, open invitation, but I won't get too excited If I hold my breath, I know how that'll end. Anyway, I hope you're on the mend We're getting down, I'm getting low You drain me Fill this void so hollow You drain me