Smoked up sundays in your room
Staying up and sleeping through
To ease the crash of getting clean
One more patch of nicotine

My hair was red when we first met
You pulled it from my face and said
I reminded you of somebody
You knew before you came to me

She was the real drug
I was the patch the nicotine
She runs through your veins
And I’ll never get beneath your skin

Her father never did approve
Didn’t think too much of you
You sang to me her favourite song
Said fathers always get you wrong

Well your hair was starting turning grey
So you were gonna change your ways
Starting with the company
And that was when you came to me

She was the real drug
I was the patch the nicotine
She runs through your veins
And I’ll never get beneath your skin

So I found a man who drinks like you
And I let him tell me what to do
Smelled your smoke upon his lips
Felt your calloused fingertips

So now I guess I pass it on
And I sing to him your favourite song
Get him high and watch him fall
Keep him waiting on my call
Reserve the right to speak your name
Let him want me all the same

Your love real drug
He’ll be the patch the nicotine
You’ll run through my veins
And he’ll never get beneath my skin