I'm a fool for brown eyes and sugar plump lips,
The way your nose makes its shape makes my stomach do flips.

I'm a sucker for your blackish hair and your silhouette in the window when you pass by. And if I said I didn't fall for you, I'd be a lie.

I fell for everything you stood for, honey. And here I am crouched with the shock of you in my throat fighting to close up.

I need my drug. I need you now to help me through this recession, to **** the fear of my constant loneliness, give me the strength to keep going because that's what you do best.