Addictive.
Our friends seems to think.
When it comes to us.
Except, I'm not that addictive.
When it comes to love.

We each other sweetner.
In creating a certain joy.
After all and in truth.
Who wants to be with someone?
That you know is a bore.

If you was a drug.
I'm strong enough to walk away.
I'm not like certain folks stuck to a play station game.

Your personality.
Yes, it drew me in.
But many could apply mine to you.
Every now and again.

We addictive.
Not to the point of losin' control.
But to the point of knowiing the way to go.

You no ******.
And neither am I.
We know exactly when to say goodbye