Zanders - Poor Circulation lyrics

I stay wrapped up in layers to keep warm Even though I'm not a cold person It's just poor circulation You got in my veins because I shot you up like h**n I hate to let you go after I let you in But neither of us should be doing this For once I wanted to ignore The voice inside my head saying, "Slow down" He sure seems awfully friendly He sure seems awfully empty The closest I'll get to waking up with you is sleeping in your clothes The closest I'll get to holding your hand is only with my own The closest I felt to knowing my self was always in our home But nobody's home And when I reach for my phone I know there's no calling you back How do I get used to that?