Bug - Wussy

Intuition, it’s what you call it

You set it up, cut the rope and walk away

I’m left with just my buddy sin

I’ve got a mind to let you in

And sell my soul to keep another day

Your’e the drink, you’re the drug

You’re the bug that’s alive inside me

The nighthawks sing outside the window

And I feel you watching me with different eyes

We’re living in the shadows

You’re talking to the skies

But you’re miles away from home

Your’e the drink, you’re the drug

You’re the bug that’s alive inside me

Intuition, you never miss it

It fills your empty veins with every beat

Long division, taking it piece by piece

Another grave beneath your feet

Your’e the drink, you’re the drug

You’re the bug that’s alive inside me