maybe if i drink this whole bottle and become intoxicated it will replace your poison
I'll be better
maybe if i go ahead and  smoke to clear my thoughts each inhale replacing our memories
I'll feel better
maybe if i relapse  and break down once again
I'll feel better
*but maybe the best cure is you as the poison

use my body as a
blank canvas to express
each of your thoughts
through soft touches
and genuine kisses.

I have this bad habit of
getting close to people and meditating
that they'll always be by my side; but they always leave

I have this bad habit of
loving people a tad bit much , when they din't even love me back;
and when they leave me my heart feels as if
someone threw it from the side of the woods

I have this bad habit of caring for people
; when they don't think of me even once

And I'm just so tired
I'm tired , I'm  tired I'm tired
i just hope that one day i can find somebody that
shares the same toxic habits as i do.

Hope
i see him sit across from me
with trouble in his eyes.
he questions why he did it.
wonders why he lives in lies.

a world of uncertainy is flooded to his mind.
his eyes reflect his troubled thoughts
and words of love unsaid.

memories flow to the front of my mind
tears are brought to my eyes.
so long its been, that you've been gone
but i keep feeling it over and over again.

I know inside i love you.
always have and always will.
a part of me hopes that someday soon
you'll come up to me and tell me, all the things i hope for.

but for now i wait, in this chair across from you.
catching you staring at me, feeling your eyes study my face.
your looking for an answer
a thought you can embrace.

but nothing can replace this
this feeling called love
i will live forever in your mind
you won't ever forget me
i'll be in your memory
for all eternity

and i sit across from you
hoping that you'll give
give into what i know you feel
tough feelings that you cope
i'd give anything to have you back with me
but for now, all i can do
is hope.

because it's the only thing keeping me from losing my ****
because the nicotine high is better than hitting a wall
and it's all i've got to temporarily keep my grip
it's always life and you tend to think so hard about it all and your mind is constantly moving
amongst the cigarette smoke
intertwined in the heavy gray
you inhale ****** up
you exhale okay
it's a circle of death they say

man does death feel soothing