I never go in for it,
I always let you,
Next time I will explore it,
Or nah, forget you,
But still, will you come closer?
I still need your love,
Today you are the grocer,
That gives me the drug,
With your smug face,
Hug laced with a snug waste,
It's distasteful and fake,
But cures the withdrawal,
Either way I'll come to you, stumble, and fall,
In ***, crumble, and stall,
Half drunk, half high, off the wall,
Shrunk down, dry out, then I crawl,
Back to you every ******* time...