Verse 1 [Dirty power chords, relentless drums] "Your love’s a needle I stick in my veins, A sweet cyanide rush to numb all the stains. You kiss like a relapse, bite like a cure, I’m chasing the crash… just to feel something pure." [Frantic bassline, desperate vocals] "You’re the smoke in my lungs, the burn in my chest, A holy withdrawal I can’t quit, I confess. The highs taste like hell, but the silence is worse— So break me again… yeah, just empty the curse!" Chorus [Anarchic gang vocals, soaring agony] "I’M A JUNKIE HEART, A GLUTTON FOR THE FALL! Your wreckage is my sanctuary, my methadone wall. We’re ghosts in a bedframe, two scars in the dark— I’ll OD on your chaos… just to feel one more spark!" Verse 2 [Jagged guitar screeches, gravelly confession] "You left your venom in a lipstick smear, A ‘Goodbye’ text that I reread for a year. I’m a slot machine begging for your lost bet, Spinnin’ ‘I hate you’s… into ‘Not over yet!’" [Sudden silence, spoken-word rasp] "They say ‘Cut the thread,’ but the scissors are dull, And the blade’s got your name… so I let the blood pull. We’re a car crash lullaby, a wrecked lullaby— I’ll die in the ditches where your ‘forevers’ lie." Your wreckage is my sanctuary, my methadone wall. So flood me with lies, let the fever begin— I’ll rot in this ruin… just to feel you again!" Outro [Drums collapse, haunted whisper] "Junkie heart… junkie heart
