Riot on the battlefield

What happens when not kissing you seems deeply wrong?
What happens when my will to do it turns too strong?
Do I just lock away my lips and let them crave?
Just tell me what to do, don't take the secret to the grave.

You`re merciless, your silence kills me slowly everyday
How could I shut my soul, how could I throw the pain away?
You can't just mend two weeks of absence with a kiss
I`m not of stone, my heart's a proof, it's you I miss.

She bounces in this chest of mine like she's done drugs
She`ll ask for hundred kisses then for a thousand hugs
Slowing her beat she`ll melt hearing your voice:
Tune of my life. The rest is just sheer noise.

I need you not and yet I want you here
There is no "us" and yet I want you near.
A shot of high you are, directly in my veins
After three weeks of rehab, the need of you remains.