Cameron Whitcomb - Pretty Little

Am I irrelevant? The only thing that matters is the medicine Maybe I'm a fool for mixing love up with adrenaline There's no feeling like your heart beating Right before you bite the fruit you've been fiending

The itch before the scratch, calm before the crash The feel before the feeling, always keeps me coming back to

My pretty little heart-shaped box That I can't keep locked no matter how hard I try My pretty little, I can't stop 'Cause you're all I got, come crawling back every time Perfect paranoia Beauty, bliss and torture My pretty little heart-shaped box That I can't keep locked My pretty little, pretty little

Oh, I anticipate, sit, stir, twitch and hyperventilate Hesitate, waiting on the lady who can replicate That serotonin sedative, the dopamine drip Repetitive obsession that has got me choked in its grip

It's the itch before the scratch, calm before the crash The feel before the feeling, always keeps me coming back to

My pretty little heart-shaped box That I can't keep locked no matter how hard I try My pretty little, I can't stop 'Cause you're all I got, come crawling back every time Perfect paranoia Beauty, bliss and torture My pretty little heart-shaped box That I can't keep locked My pretty little, pretty little

My sweet temptation I need some patience Don't keep me waiting Don't keep me waiting

My sweet temptation I bleed to taste it Don't keep me waiting For a little salvation

My pretty little heart-shaped box That I can't keep locked no matter how hard I try My pretty little, I can't stop 'Cause you're all I got, come crawling back every time Perfect paranoia Beauty, bliss and torture My pretty little heart-shaped box That I can't keep locked My pretty little, pretty little