lived in the shadows
far too long
hiding from the truth
hating and believing
i was something i'm not
afraid of being discovered
a fraud
now the smoke has cleared
the flames now breath
licking and stinging
ashes now the mess i made
fearless and
ablaze

i love my vicees
they are addicted to me
Amsterdam shags
black coffee

i should try to resist you
not sure if i'm capable
to control an appetite so
insatiable

i abandon the thought
before it crosses my mind
i'm aware of my limitations
a realist you'll find

so i send another text
believing you'll reply
rehearsing my lines
knowing i can't  
say goodbye

yes i love my vicees
they are good to me
helping my mind
stay steady
i'll put you down
when i'm good and ready