It's the disease of the age
It's the disease that we crave
Alone at the end of the ride
We catch the last bus home
Coffee republic and cakes
We open the latch on the gate
Of the hole that we call our
Maybe we're victims of fate
Remember when we'd celebrate
We'd drink and get high until late
Wedding bells ain't gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
Protect me from what I want,
Protect me from what I want,
Protect me from what I want,
Protect me from what I want,
Protect me from what I want,
Protect me from what I want,
Protect me from what I want,
Protect me from what I want,
Protect me from what I want,
Protect me from what I want,
Protect me from what I want,