Wasted

I know your type
Black lights and leather tights
You're black ice on the road on a drunken summer night, but
I got your number, your name, and your will to fight
Will you be coming over? Will you be coming? Reckon you might
I cannot care, I cannot care for you
I cannot bear to love you any less than you need
I cannot hold you
I cannot bear to lose the bruises that you leave

If you let go of me
I'd be a fool to let you
Fool to let you leave
Drunk on love or anything
So strong as to drive the blood to make way for more, for
More when you've forty-four left
Forty for your children beg for the breath
That you won't give
And your boyfriend stands to wait all for you
Drink up your wasted on me
Drink up your wasted

Running that money ma
Living lose, playing hard
Damned if I'm gonna lose it
Damned if I'm gonna lose it
And you're runnin low
(Chink) in your glass and a knock at the door
What you looking at me for
What you looking at, me

I know your type
Black lights and leather tights
You're black ice on the road on a drunken summer night, but
I got your number, your name, and your will to fight
Will you be coming over? Will you be coming? Reckon you might
I cannot care, I cannot care for you
I cannot bear to love you any less than you need
I cannot hold you
I cannot bear to lose the bruises that you leave

If you let go of me
I'd be a fool to let you
Fool to let you leave
Drunk on love or anything
So strong as to drive the blood to make way for more, for
More when you've forty-four left
Forty for your children beg for the breath that you won't give
And your boyfriend stands to wait all for you
Drink up your wasted on me
Drink up your wasted
Drink up I'll wait