Doing all right without you

Thinking ‘bout things a lot

Spending the day holed up in my room

Reminiscing on time we bought

I belong to a coven of women whose strength comes from deep within

Where the slippery slope of religion and right

Lies just beneath the chin

You have become that lump in my throat

The feeling we just don’t belong

And if I can get past my addiction to you

I know I won’t steer myself wrong