Strung Out - Dana Fuchs

I woke up to the sounds of breaking glass

Tried to remember where I was last

Blood on my hands none in my veins

I went back to the avenue to do it again

I kept on telling myself I must be doing alright

Somehow I’d made it to another night

Then I saw you standing there

Well suddenly I didn’t care about anything

I’m so strung out on you

There’s nothing left of me

But the life I took from the air you breathed

I’m so strung out on you

There’s nothing left of me

But the life I lost and a memory of you

I was running from my hunger to find what I craved

Felt myself going under but I wasn’t afraid

Starving to taste the sight of you

So weak that I knew I might not ever get to

I went searching for the soul that led me here

Tried to find some faith in all this fear

And there you were still standing there

Well nothing matters — I just don’t care

I woke up to the sounds of breaking glass

Tried to remember what happened last

Blood on my hands but feeling no pain

I went back to the avenue to it again

And again