sweet hunger

Sweet hunger
Sweet hunger
Sweet hunger
Sweet hunger

And I get low when you change what you're offering
It's a part of sweet hunger
Nobody told me that this would be part of it

And you don't miss me like you used to
This is something I get used to
Sweet hunger
Something I get used to

Ooh, I want you
I want you
I want you
Ooh, I want you
I want you
I want you

And I don't believe what you're talking 'bout
But you're talking all the same
And you tell me that you miss me
But you're choosing not to stay

And I got two sticks of dynamite
You can throw 'em in my face
You could love me good
You could love me right
And I still don't think I'd change

So dehydrated I'd drink you
You wish me the best
If I had love left to give
You know I'd give you the rest

I only call you when I'm tripping, and I'm missing your love
How many times I gotta do it till you say it's enough?
I only want you when you're telling me I can't be the one
How many times I gotta do it till you're seeing the bluff?

And I don't believe what you're talking 'bout
But you're talking all the same
And you tell me that you miss me
But you're choosing not to stay

And I got two sticks of dynamite
You can throw 'em in my face
You could love me good
You could love me right
And I still don't think I'd change

Sweet hunger
Sweet hunger
Sweet hunger
Sweet hunger