I’ve got you buried in my blood like wine,
A slow addiction I can’t leave alone.
You kiss my soul, then blur the signs,
A twisted love hitting down in my bones.
I tried to run, but always come back home,
Your voice, a lullaby I can’t ignore.
Lighting a cigarette and set the tone;
I ache for things that hurt me more.
They say I’m cursed, they say I should let go,
But I would trade my peace to feel you near.
Your name’s a prayer that I still whisper low,
Even when ghosts of you are all I hear.