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Feb 2018
I get high on your words
And drunk on your skin,

I want to drown in your sheets
And I want you in my dreams.

I hope you get drunk when you're dreaming of me,
Because I want to be your drug-induced fantasy.

Do you get high off my scent?
Breathe me in till you can't and then do it again?

How about when we touch,
Do I travel through your veins?

Heat me up in a spoon and take me again
Say you have control but you're trapped in my chains.

Fill your lungs with my nicotine lips,
Dance with the devil and my gasoline hips.

I want you helpless for my inhalant kisses,
Want you desperate for those tweaker blisses.

I want that adrenaline flowing through
You need that high like I need you.

Can you taste the smoke on my tongue?
You loved all the tablets even though they stung.

Dissolving the sadness in the back of your throat
You tasted me once and you got strung.
insomniatrical
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