Addicted to Subs

With Apologies to Mr. Robert Palmer, and slushers everywhere:

Your laptops on, but you’re not home

Your mind is not your own

Your hands sweat, your keys grind
Another story, and you’ll be fine
You can’t sleep, you can’t eat
There’s no doubt, you’re in too deep
Your pants are tight, you can’t breathe
Refresh the link, you start to read
Ohh oohh

You like to think that you’re immune to the slush…oh yeah

It’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough
You know you’re gonna have to face it
You’re addicted to subs

You see the signs, but you still read

You’re spouse’s afraid, you’re takin’ speed
You heart beats in double time
Another page and you’ll be fine, a one track mind
You can’t be saved
A publishable story is all you crave
If there’s some subs for you
You don’t mind if you do
Ohh oohh

You like to think that you’re immune to the slush

It’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough
You know you’re gonna have to face it
You’re addicted to subs

Might as well face it, you’re addicted to subs

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