I’ve found a friend in many hues
In a bottle of broken promises;
Who cares if it comes in blues
And takes the form of empty kisses?

It’s quite a sick obsession
In the worst possible degree;
It’s like an ill temptation
In which you can never disagree.

What do you say, I need a hit
Just a dose of a little something;
It doesn’t hurt, not even a bit
Well, this is my kind of healing.

I’m like a human form of chemical mixture
With a life that’s so unsure;
And this time capsule-like pleasure
Is what makes the absolute cure.

It’s mad love, you see
Like the Joker-Harley Quinn way,
I’m confined yet I am free
Which tastes like ******’ May.

Here’s the thing…
I just can’t quit.