Obsession

Late calls coming in from numbers I saved Money on the line

but the feeling feels staged You pull like a habit I thought

I outgrew Status in the rearview but the grip still holds true

You feel expensive but you drag me down slow I know better

yet I still pick up the phone

Betrayal tastes sweet when the lights stay low Regrets stack quiet like

cash in the safe Distance keeps growing but the pull stays the

same

Vices from the past trying to whisper my name (ah) (yeah) (hummmm)

You cost too much but I answer again

Still riding through the quiet with the windows blacked

Vices in the rear but the line stays attached