The Hit

I’ve got the help I need, I know the grass is green,

I don’t think I’ll ever be, be enough for you.

Hung up on jealousy, stuck on a melody,

Finding the missing piece inside my bedroom.

I want the same as you, at least I think I do,

I know that I’m bound to lose, this match between us.

A lock and a couple keys, a harness and heavy leash,

You’re making it hard to leave.

Now it’s, it’s up to me, it’s a thousand degrees,

And every second, every minute, it gets harder to breathe.

When I don’t feel the rush, when the words are not enough,

When I’m looking at the page and I’m pretending that it’s love.

The hit, it cuts me to my core,

When the writing’s on the wall,

Maybe this will be my downfall.

Baby, it’s the hit that gets me through the night,

Leaves me thinking that I’m fine,

In the morning I’ll be yours.

Baby, it’s the oooooh—

The way you look at me, tell me it’s destiny,

“We could make history.” Oooh, baby.

It’s the hit that cuts me to the core,

Leaves me dying on the floor,

Maybe this will be my downfall, downfall.

Lacking the empathy, honest and hellish we,

Naturally disagree and can’t escape it.

Knowing you’re bad for me, fight it like gravity,

You make it so hard to leave.

Now, it’s up to me, it’s so hard to believe,

There’s nothing left to make a mess of—

Guess I’m running out of steam, ’cause

I don’t feel the rush, and the words are not enough,

Like I’m looking at a river and pretending it’s a flood.

The hit, it cuts me to my core,

Rub the writing off the wall,

Maybe this will be my downfall.

Baby, it’s the hit that gets me through the night,

Leaves me thinkin’ that I’m fine,

In the morning I’ll be all yours.

Baby, it’s the oooooh—

The way you look at me, tell me it’s destiny,

“We could make history.” Oooh, baby.

Baby, it’s the hit that cuts me to the core,

Leaves me dying on the floor,

Maybe this will be my downfall, downfall.