Tricky Little Bastards

Put my mind at ease Tricky little bastards drew my blood I never said I've had enough Looking at the world through bloodshot eyes A spectator as my night passes by I'm in the frame, I'm printed to the scene Attached, detached or somewhere in-between I conjured you to join me in this space You held me in a comforting embrace There were devils playing tricks on us, we lost track of the time When we came down I knew you'd be alright Feeling in control and feeding every need Throw away the cure I'm in love with the disease The illusion of control, of doing as I please Liberty bells and drink combined to put my mind at ease But as the feeling fades there's the thought I have to face I'll have to learn to live without the peace I gave away