Never Enough - Fetish

Sitting my legs cold

Conning myself into believing

That he is still here

And this is not depression I’m feeling

Selling your soul to the devil

And the devils pipe

Another day tonight

Trying to cross that finish line

Never, never, enough

It’s never ever ever ever ever enough

Raising my hands to my face

I can feel it coming

As soon as I reach the top

Down I will come tumbling

He doesn’t love you you know

He just rushes you for your money

And your hands are so deep

In that pot of sour honey

Never, never, enough

It’s never ever ever ever ever enough