You're 1,700 miles away from me.

You expect me to stay when you don't even try.

I always feel like I'm on the verge of going under, like the waves in the sea.

Your love is intoxicating, addicting... you're a drug.

You're the nicotine in my cigarettes, the blood that keeps my heart pumping.

I'm unsure how to proceed, I'm scared even...

I wish we could just go back to the way it used to be.