You've got this new head filled up with smoke

You've got this new head filled up with smoke
and I've got my veins all tangled close
To the jukebox bars you frequent
The safest place to hide
A long night spent with your most obvious weaknesses
You start shaking at the thought
You are everything I want
'Cause you are everything I'm not

And we lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close (how close is close enough ?)
We lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close