Abigail Sparrow - second hand high Lyrics

I'm itchin' for a quick fix
Should've left your number blocked
But something coming over me
Has got my stupid phone unlocked
I wake up half down the hallway
Socks on hardwood, hoodie on
Leave my pride tucked in the sheets
My friends will never know I'm gone
I wish I had the wherewithal
To stick it out when I get withdrawals
I know it's wise to stop
But I don't wanna sober up
Sober up, I don't wanna sober up
Settle for a second hand high
Diluted adrenaline
No I'm never satisfied
He's a model with an ugly heart
Tight white t-shirt, tries so hard
And in those silver eyes
He'll twist the knife into my heart
At the mercy of a cheap rosé
Love the burn, I hate the taste
I need a chaser for the truth
That I hate myself with you
You breathe me in and smoke me out
A voice like honey pouring out
I think it's wise to stop
But it's too late to sober up
Sober up, it's too late to sober up
Settle for a second hand high
Diluted adrenaline
No I'm never satisfied
Settle for a second hand high
Diluted adrenaline
This feeling will never be mine
You use me recreationally
And leave me in your cotton sheets
While I'm still trying to get my heart to beat
Tracing cracks in your busted ceiling
Pushing down all the cracks I'm feeling
Broken, it's unspoken, my devotion
To your second hand high
Your second hand high
So I guess I'll settle for a second hand high
Settle for a second hand high
Diluted adrenaline
No I'm never satisfied
Satisfied
Settle for a second hand high
Diluted adrenaline
This feeling will never be mine