Music blaring in my car
As I sip bitter coffee
If you could see me now,
You'd tell me,
"You never liked this song.
You never liked black coffee &
You told me you weren't addicted
To anything, let alone cigarettes"
Of course I'd tell you that
Since I didn't want to tell you
That your touch on my skin
Instantly invades my bloodstream
Makes it hard to think
Takes the pain away
I didn't want you to know
That the only thing I've allowed myself
To get addicted to
Is you