cord in the wall other end on the floor power but nothing worth providing it for a chest of drawers thats made for display i still smoked your cigarettes from across the room but never got close enough to say a word to you i just kept choking i wasnt made for this waiting around never content to keep my feet on the ground ill be the devil on your shoulder until you let me in your heart we were meant for this so now im drinking in the dark maybe ill drive once im impaired i think i like the options offered i could die or get somewhere all at once all good things end if they dont they rot and fall apart or they explode so ill be the devil on your shoulder until you let me in your heart