Written and performed by Jennifer Foss and Bob Porri.

We were so weak and I had no clue,
but without warning you became my glue.
And like a helping hand, turns into quicksand,
I fed you only to fill my demand.

I like to blame it all on you,
but you never force my hand.
Your lifeline, your lifeline, your lifeline,
has always been, always been my faultline, my faultline.

I thought it was me that needed you,
but now I know who needed who.
Nothing got past, nothing got past your taunting,
but the devil's in the wanting.

I breathed you in, and it's kiilin' me,
I almost forgot what it's like to be free.
The sweetest fruits can be rotten inside,
giving you life was my will's suicide.

I thought it was me that needed you,
but now I know who needed who.
Nothing got past, nothing got past your taunting,
but the devil's the devil's in the wanting.

Your so good, your so good, your so good at convincing me,
that what I want is what I need.
Your so good at convincing me,
that what I want is what I need.
Your so good at convincing me,
that what I want, what I want, what I want,
is what I need.

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