Opiate

Oh this perfume

Must be something sacred

To linger after you, like it do

This scent’s been buried where I rest my head

Pretend to forget but,

it still feels like you

I must be losing my mind

I must be losing my mind

I thought I left you behind

I must be losing my mind

Sleep much longer than I did before

Though haunted are dreams evermore

Bless these angels hanging over my head

(It’s) still as a tomb though I’m scared instead

I must be losing my mind

I must be losing my mind

I thought I left you behind

I must be losing my mind, oh...

I must be losing my mind

I must be losing my mind

Oh you left so much behind

I must be losing my mind

Oh…