Drugs

Listen

I dont need your touch

I just want your touch

Sometimes I crave it: Just a hit once in a while, Just a few moments of everything I want to hear

Listen

I'd swallow poison if it tasted like you, But you don't run my life

You are poison

I know that

You know that

Listen

When you burn through my veins 

I feel like I can take a glorious bite out of the world

You're proud of me, my personal narcotic

Listen

I know you know how you make me feel

You see how high I get

You see me crash

My low 

Is your

High

 

 

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