Tangled up with tea cups in our hands
It’s cold outside
This is what addiction feels like

The comfort of home in a person
Something I keep on craving

For some of you, this might seem crazy
But two kinds of people understand me

Lovers,
And pill poppers

The anxious wait,
By the phone or the bottle

Turning away and spinning in circles in a room with no windows

This is what addiction feels like

And if you’ve recovered at all
And you’re trying to stay away,
The mere thought is temptation.

So when temptation is at your door
Or on the phone
Or a prescription bottle
You hesitate
Not knowing if you should open the door
or close it for good
Answer the phone with a shiver in your voice
Or say ‘just one more, I promise it’s the last time’

But for us addicts, it’s a vicious circle that grows more powerful with each relapse

And it’s never the last time