We kiss and it's rough-- I like it, you see.
It reminds me that all the pain inside
Isn't as bad as I make it seem.

It reminds me I'm still alive, still breathing, you know?
That though my mind is in auto pilot,
My body still lives on.

I just wish I didn't like it so much, then maybe I could stop,
But that something stirring inside me head screams,
"No! You can't quit our drug!"

And you are my drug-- that's exactly what this is.
I've come to crave you like an addict
Does his next fix.

When I'm on you my thoughts are clouded, wrong.
It feels as though I'm flying high--
But only for so long.

Then the high slips away and suddenly I'm free falling.
No parachute, spiralling down--
It's your name I'm calling.

But no one ever said your addictions answer back.
Instead they sit smug and smiling,
Plotting their next attack.