You have me hooked on your song.
I am absorbed with your smell
Habituated to your eyes
And attached to your smile.
I am imbued to your soft words, your empty words
And inclined to trust in your syllables.
I am obsessed with your name
Devoted to your voice
Dependent on your approval
And prone to the knife you hold behind my back.
I am accustomed to your empty promises
And under the influence of the false hope you give me.
I am addicted to you
When all I want is to be clean.