Myth of Men - Transfixed Drugs Lyrics

You need help
Put your soul up for sale
Purity always sells
Oh well
I know these drugs aren't scared
So I, watch my face fall pale

What's next
Mixing sex with my drugs
Transfixed on the thought of you
And what's next
I'm mixing sex with my drugs
Transfixed on the thought of you

You struck gold
That's what they said
Though you
Wear your thornes like a rose
What do they know
That's what her message read
So for the lens strike a pose
Did I mention
She needs attention
So she reached out to you
The heartache
Became gut wrenching
Never give in too soon

So what's next
We're mixing sex with our drugs Transfixed on something new
And what's next
We're mixing sex with our drugs But I'm still lost on you
So what's next
We're mixing sex with our drugs Transfixed on something new
And what's next
We're mixing sex with our drugs But I'm still lost on you

She sighs there's no standard for Love
Swears by
It's invented by us
She sighs there's no standard for Love
Swears by
It's invented by us
She sighs there's no standard for Love
Swears by
It's invented by us