Devil On Your Shoulder

Cord in the wall, other end on the floor
Power but nothing worth providing it for
A chest of drawers that’s made for display

I still smoked your cigarettes from across the room
But never got close enough to say a word to you
I just kept choking

I wasn’t made for this waiting around
Never content to keep my feet on the ground
I’ll be the devil on your shoulder until you let me in your heart
We were meant for this

So now i’m drinking in the dark
Maybe i’ll drive once i’m impaired
I think i like the options offered: i could die or get somewhere

All at once, all good things end;
If they don’t, they rot and fall apart
Or they explode
So i’ll be the devil on your shoulder until you let me in your heart