They all say happiness fills you up --
I don't know how this feels,
It's not happiness that fills my cup
But something that feels much more real.

It takes hold and becomes a part of me.
A poignant poisonous part, but a part none the less,
I am split in two and want to flee.
Only -- one half does. (he can watch it later I guess)

It's her, it's her, it's why I go.
She's all I need, all I want to know.