You're 1,700 miles away from me.
You expect me to stay when you don't even try.
I always feel like I'm on the verge of going under, like the waves in the sea.
Your love is intoxicating, addicting... you're a drug.
You're the nicotine in my cigarettes, the blood that keeps my heart pumping.
I'm unsure how to proceed, I'm scared even...
I wish we could just go back to the way it used to be.
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 10:32 AM UTC
You're 1,700 miles away from me.
You expect me to stay when you don't even try.
I always feel like I'm on the verge of going under, like the waves in the sea.
Your love is intoxicating, addicting... you're a drug.
You're the nicotine in my cigarettes, the blood that keeps my heart pumping.
I'm unsure how to proceed, I'm scared even...
I wish we could just go back to the way it used to be.
Venting.
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