Verse 1

I told myself it’s time to cut the cord, erase the number, close the door,

But my hands kept reaching for the same old poison I knew so well before.

Every text was a storm I couldn’t outrun, every silence a scream,

I was tangled in threads of your voice, lost in the echo of a dream.

I swore I’d be stronger, I promised I’d walk away by the morning light,

But the dark had its claws in my ribs, and I couldn’t fight it right.

Chorus

Addicted to the ache, addicted to the way you made me feel alive,

Even when it was tearing me down, I held on with both hands, trying to survive.

This love was a fever, a curse I kept whispering like a prayer,

I wanted to end it, I really did—but I just couldn’t let go anywhere.

Verse 2

You were the static that filled the quiet, the noise that drowned out my own voice,

A habit so deep I didn’t know where I ended and where you began, by choice or by force.

I tried to write myself a new story, with different lines and a different end,

But every sentence circled back to you, like a compass that couldn’t comprehend.

The truth was heavy, and the weight of it kept me kneeling in the same old place,