Thought we had it on lock, ride or die til the end of days But reality's a bitch gonna send us our separate ways Truth here too hard to swallow Storing secrets in my heart when it turned hollow Hoping for the re-up but the needle's on empty We been running on fumes have the fumes been getting us high? Never stopped to ask ourselves or wonder why I think we slipped a roofie to reality and put him in the trunk And told ourselves we'd get away with it We been running on fumes have the fumes been getting us high? Change the color of your hair, tell yourself that you're brand new I don't wanna look at myself so I start a new tattoo Tell each other we don't got a problem Flood the whole house so we don't ever hit the bottom Hoping for the re-up but the needle's on empty We been running on fumes have the fumes been getting us high? Never stopped to ask ourselves or wonder why I think we slipped a roofie to reality and put him in the trunk And told ourselves we'd get away with it We been running on fumes have the fumes been getting us high?