The Slightlys - Desperate Measures [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

You got me up and at ‘em
Got me jones-ing for your touch
I can’t stand, I can’t stand without you
You fit me like a crutch
You’re a teenaged heart attacker
Got me going getting rough
You’re in my blood, you’re in my blood
I’m on a different kind of drug

These desperate measures
You wear me out so well
These desperate measures
Keep torturing myself
For you and no one else

Fake a smile for your parents
Fake a laugh for all your friends
Count the days, I count the days and seconds
’Til we can stop playing pretend
Now you got me shakin’
Got me takin’ in too much
You’re in my blood, You’re in my blood
And I won’t ever get enough

These desperate measures
You wear meow so well
These desperate measures
Keep torturing myself
For you and no one else

I’ll join your cult, I’ll drink your Kool-Aid
I’ll break my back, whatever you say
Walk ’til my feet start to bleed and just keep on walking
I’ll dye my hair, I’ll change my name
I’ll play along, just teach me your game
You don’t play fair, I’m aware but I don’t care I’m not stopping

These desperate measures
You wear me out so well
These desperate measures
Keep torturing myself
For you and no one else