You've placed tacks on my lungs
Pinning every vessel you could find
Calling it acupuncture
Just as I was losing my mind.
But I'm addicted to you.
I plead for you to stop
But when you remove your tacks
I'll bleed in yearning for you.
My body will go into shock
Because what is life without your pins and needles.
I'm so addicted to your presence
That I call this hell my home.
To the point that I'm confused
If this is unconditional love
Or if I'm just dying over and over again.
I thought you were good.
I never knew taking my breath away
Would cause this much pain.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
You've placed tacks on my lungs
Pinning every vessel you could find
Calling it acupuncture
Just as I was losing my mind.
But I'm addicted to you.
I plead for you to stop
But when you remove your tacks
I'll bleed in yearning for you.
My body will go into shock
Because what is life without your pins and needles.
I'm so addicted to your presence
That I call this hell my home.
To the point that I'm confused
If this is unconditional love
Or if I'm just dying over and over again.
I thought you were good.
I never knew taking my breath away
Would cause this much pain.
