Sugar and Vice

I'm shaped by your fingertips the power of touch I'm addicted to your form of counterfeit love I'll spend this trial avoiding the bench bathed in the light of freedom outside you knew what came for us you worked it out that night under the tungsten light I'm way in over my head your razor stare go somewhere to finally be here counterfeit love mount your attack just to come back muscles get torn when feelings return you knew what came for us you worked it out that night under the tungsten light you saw this coming vulnerable vines you ask the wrong questions but want the right answers buried in time you ask the wrong questions but want the right answers vulnerable vines you ask the wrong questions but want the right answers