Dopehead.

"And you've been coming around,

trying to hold me down

but you can't keep me anymore.

When you're close enough to whisper in my ear,
But I can't reach you anymore

When you close me off and turn away
I feel like I could die.

When we cling to it, 

when we hold it too close
It gets away from us, 

and we've started to grow old

When it's creeping in, 

and we've nowhere to hide
We try to love again, 

we'll try to love again."