it all started with a lie
he told himself that this would be the very last time
he could allow himself the beauty of her face
the expression of her gaze and that smile
he hadn’t counted on the dress she wore
like an ocean you could see
right through to the floor
(and there was more)
what was to be his great escape
would become his judgment day alright
she is heroin to me
in my skin i feel her swimming deep
i know that she will be the one to break me
as my body wastes away
i know that i’m to blame
she was only all for me
she is heroin
riding range and riding high
his dreams were coming hard and fast before the sunrise
the marshal rose up like a shadow on the land
with a shooter in his hand and a smile
he’d never let his only daughter run
into the arms of an outlaws only sun
(he’d get quicker justice from the barrel of a gun)
in what would be his final day, she would numb his pain
she is heroin to me
in my skin i feel her swimming deep
i know that she will be the one to break me
as my body wastes away
i know that i’m to blame
she was only all for me
she is heroin
father, daughter standing weapons drawn
hers of flesh, his of steel and i know it won’t be long
frame by frame i see each passing day that leads me here
and i’m bleeding, i’m bleeding, i’m bleeding
to see her
as my body wastes away
i know that i’m to blame
she was only all for me
she is heroin
heroin
heroin to me
