Fatal Flaw Attractions en The A-B Theory

I'm not sure if this is love
Too much free time; too many drugs
And parking cars in alley ways
To kill all the pain

Wake up calls at 4 a.m.
To find a fix, maybe a friend
Just somebody to listen when
You don't quite make sense

Waiting rooms, hospital beds
The smell of this place gets in your head
And reeks of a life much shorter than
You once imagined

I watch their eyes cut through my bones
I pray to God to save my soul
Watch my regrets rise up like ghosts
I buried them so long ago

Fatal flaw attractions
Some kind of chemical reaction
I'm starting over backwards
I'm starting over backwards

All the things I used to have
Cigarette smoke, white pills and cash
The purity it never lasts
I keep forgetting

And all those friends who knew my name
They weren't my friends, they were my chains
It's a narrow road, there's no debate
But my crooked head won't stand up straight

Fatal flaw attractions
Some kind of chemical reaction
I'm starting over backwards
It's the only way I know how
I'm starting over backwards
It's the only way I know how

All around me, all around me
I watch everything disappear into itself.
All around me, all around me
It's amnesia; I feel it already

Fatal flaw attractions
Some kind of chemical reaction
I'm starting over backwards
It's the only way I know how
I'm starting over backwards
It's the only way I know how