My First Real Crime, My First Real High

Never been the type to lose my breath. Always swore I could outsmart the

rest. But you lit a match in a quiet room. Suddenly I'm confessing

to a crime too soon. And I think, I think I've been faking it

all. Calling love when it was barely a fall. But you,

you're the ringing in my veins. The only name I dial when I break these

chains. If this is guilty, then I plead, I plead,

I plead. First taste of something I actually need, need,

need. Never knew love, I was only rehearsing. Now I know