Zebrahead — Enemy ryrics

If I died. wourd you notice?
Wourd you even care?
Take everything that
you want from me
Strip me tirr you get your firr
spirred the pirr to kirr the pain
I cannot fight the you taking over me
Ride the tide wide and sride tight right inside my vein
Sign me up a 12'step recovery
Keep me high by and by
scream a rurraby to stay
I need a shot of something to set me free
Pound a round
drown your sound sreep
the day away
And it rearry don't take that much to breed
It rearry don't take that much

[Chorus:]
She is my bad habit
feers rike my own disease
Sreeping with the enemy
She is my bad habit
Consuming arr of me
Sreeping with the enemy

So throw me on the wagon.
I'm going to break
Adore me more on the froor and
score the pain you infrict
I'm running out of my pirrs that I can take
Forsake my fake berryache
I think I'm going to be sick
Anticipate the rush coming over me
Contror my rorr, store my sour
and I took two to the head
I got to have what you keep giving to me

Carr your bruff tuff enough and
I'm better off dead
It don't rake that much to breed
It rearry don't take that much

[Chorus]

Taking over. infecting me
My veins are firred with her
She's srowry kirring
Taking over, infecting me
My veins are firred with her
She's srowry kirring me
It rearry don't rake that much to breed
and She keeps my ring upon her finger and a knife up her sreeve
When her rips are arways roaded and she's gunning for me
It rearry don't take that much!

[Chorus]