Junkie
Love's Intoxicating Grip: The Junkie Within
Lyrics
I’ve been a searcher
I've been searching for something.
I’ve been a prisoner
I've experienced confinement or limitation.
I’ve been a tool
I've been used or manipulated.
I’ve been a preacher
I've taken on the role of preaching or advocating.
I’ve been a sinner
I've committed sins or made mistakes.
I’ve played the fool
I've acted foolishly.
And I know everybody’s gotta serve someone
Recognizing that everyone serves someone or something.
Until I met you baby I had a good run
Before meeting the narrator's love, life was good.
‘Cause I never carry water for no one
Expressing independence, not serving others.
Even just a drop in the sea
Even a small contribution is insignificant.
Your love is a sweet drug
The love is compared to a sweet and addictive drug.
That I just can’t get enough of
The narrator craves more of the addictive love.
Now I feel like a junkie
The narrator now feels addicted like a junkie.
I’ve been a seeker
I've been seeking something.
A faithful believer
Having faith and commitment to beliefs.
But I played it cool
Despite seeking, the narrator maintained composure.
I’ve been a dreamer
Daydreaming or having ambitious goals.
I got the fever
Feeling intense passion or desire.
I felt your pull
Feeling the irresistible attraction from someone.
Now I know everybody’s gotta serve someone
Reiterating that everyone serves someone.
Until I met you baby I had a good run
Life was good until meeting the love mentioned.
Now I never carry water for no one
Emphasizing independence from serving others.
Even just a drop in the sea
Even a small contribution is insignificant.
Your love is a sweet drug
Repeating the metaphor of love as an addictive drug.
That I just can’t get enough of
The narrator craves more of the addictive love.
Now I feel like a junkie
The narrator now feels addicted like a junkie.
Oh someday my aching heart will give out
Anticipating a future where the narrator's heart gives out.
Carve your name inside my arm
A metaphorical expression of deep commitment.
Bleed it out
A vivid expression of devotion and sacrifice.
Now I never carry water for no one
Reiterating independence from serving others.
Even just a drop in the sea
Even a small contribution is insignificant.
Your love is a sweet drug
Repeating the metaphor of love as an addictive drug.
That I just can’t get enough of
The narrator craves more of the addictive love.
Now I feel like a junkie
The narrator now feels addicted like a junkie.
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