Run my fingers down the tattoos that cover you I pull your t-shirt on as the bell rang downstairs Take out for two Up all night it's so late it's got early Rub my eyes... it's 7.30 So addicted to you And that's the truth The cigarettes you smoke left marks on the ceiling You had me feelin' like we had meaning (...)ripped jeans I like it you got a hold on me Hold my hair back last night I had a few too many I thought I knew when to stop But I'm under your(...) The black blue bruises on your cheek Matched the washed-out colour of my bed sheets So adddicted to you and thats the truth The cigarettes you smoke left marks on the ceiling You had me feelin' like we had meaning (...)ripped jeans I like it you got a hold on me You got a hold on me You got a hold on me