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Fluorescent Buzz 6

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(Verse 1) The walls are stained with nicotine and cheap old bourbon I feel the pull to you, a thing I cannot turn from. You lean against the counter, tracing lines upon the wood, Muttering something cynical, misunderstood. I know the signs, the red flags waving in the dim light, But there’s a flicker in your eyes that keeps me here all night. (Verse 2) You talk about your past life, the trouble that you cause, The way you broke the good ones, ignoring all the laws. I should be terrified, should be calling a taxi, But I'm drawing closer, "it won't happen TO me". This diner’s an asylum, a perfect, broken space, To lose my sense of reason, and fall right out of grace (Chorus) It’s a fluorescent buzz (buzz) - under the stark white glare, A chemical attraction I know I shouldn’t share. This low-grade fever burning, right here in the back booth, You're the poison I crave, the dangerous, bitter truth. My head screams "Run, run, run!" but my body just stays here, Caught in the neon glow, I'm ignoring my own fear. (Bridge) I can taste the danger, a metallic tang on my tongue, But this broken-bottle romance is the sweetest song I’ve sung. This is where the good girls go when they want to finally feel, The kind of dangerous touch that the quiet life concealed. (Verse 3) My friends all ask me, "Where’s the charm, the sparkle, the allure?" They only see the smoke rings, the facade that is impure. They don't feel the silent fire when your hand brushes my arm, The rush of adrenaline, from this self-inflicted harm. I'm building you a pedestal out of cracked ceramic tiles, Ignoring all the sirens for your crooked, tempting smiles. (Verse 4) The clock hand ticks to four, the first light is coming on. I should leave with the morning, be gone before the dawn. But I wait for you to move, to give me one more sign, That this toxic obsession is mutual, and not just mine. I tell myself I can fix you, or maybe you'll fix me, It's just a tragic fiction, but it's where I want to be. (Chorus) It’s a fluorescent buzz (buzz) - under the stark white glare, A chemical attraction I know I shouldn’t share. This low-grade fever burning, right here in the back booth, You're the poison I crave, the dangerous, bitter truth. My head screams "Run, run, run!" but my body just stays here, Caught in the neon glow, I'm ignoring my own fear. (Outro) Fluorescent buzz... Yeah, it's just a buzz... This unhealthy, humming love.