You, you, you, you, you
You ******* **** me
I want to rage at you and tear at  your hair
As much as I want to kiss you and taste the salt on your skin
And I knew this wasn't healthy from the start
But I never did like what was good for me, did I?
And you, baby, you're the worst thing for me
A pusher when I'm craving
A thief when I'm waiting
A **** when I'm posing
A lover when I'm lonely
A **** when I'm weak
A snake when I'm strong
Always pushing your way past my defenses
Crack to the addict
Blade to the wrist
Push to the ledge
Laugh to the tears
Mouth to the whisper
Sword to the heart
An unrelenting adversary in the war against myself
A weapon of choice to be used against my fragile psyche
I was doing so much better before I met you
Ah, but my life was so boring before I met you
And even if I'm shaking, stammering, craving a fix
It's worth it when you give it to me
Which, in hindsight, is probably why I can't stay away
Why I come crawling back every time
And I know I can't rest until I have you
Or you destroy me












And we both know how that's going to turn out