I tried to drink my sorrows away,
but the alcohol wouldn't
take me
like you do.

It can't hold me
in it's arms
like you do.

it can introduce me to new people,
and help me make friends.

but it could
never
kiss me
like you do.

despite
the fact that
I find myself
in a dark alleyway,
thinking about kissing your lips
with my own lips...

my lips
are kissing a bowl,
and
i cannot
bring
myself
to
spark up

without thinking about you.