What if I made a little more money
Was a little more funny around you
Would I find you knocking on my door
Your clothes on the floor of my room

What if I was a little more pretty
With a job in the city with a sky view
Would I find your missed calls on my phone when
You’re on your own, nothing to do

I’m strung out in all the predictable ways
The sound of every single thing that you say
Breaks down
All that I knew
But I’m not through
Being addicted to you

What if you gave me some of your time
You can have all my everything
And I could prove I’m not just another temporary lover
I’m the real thing

I’m strung out in all the predictable ways
The sound of every single thing that you say
Breaks down
All that I knew
But I’m not through
Being addicted to you

You’re the one that I can’t, that I can’t keep
You’re the one that I can’t, that I can’t keep
You’re the one that I can’t, that I can’t keep
Out of my mind all of the time

I’m strung out in all the predictable ways
The sound of every single thing that you say
Breaks down
All that I knew
But I’m not through

I’m strung out in all the predictable ways
The sound of every single thing that you say
Breaks down
All that I knew
But I’m not through
Being addicted to you

Addicted to you
Being addicted to you
Addicted to you
Being addicted to you

Addicted to you
Being addicted to you
Addicted to you
Being addicted to you