The Arrows Of Your Eyes Have Pierced My Heart

Be yourself, everyone else is taken

Fix me

Fix me

Or fix me up, With some of that

Good stuff.

Shoot me

Or shoot me up, I’m all strung out

On your love.

I’m a junkie

You’re my drug, You make me Itch

Because I ain’t tough.

I’m fucked up, messed up

Stressed, depressed,

I contest that

You hit me up, Made me an addict

Then packed your stuff.

So either shoot me

Or shoot me up.