If we seem to be drugs for each other,
I think it's high time I sign up for rehab.
It's like we exist within a bedside lamp,
On when sleepless nights ensue conversations of the heart,
But off when daybreak sews that mask yet again to our skin.

Yet.
You disapprove very highly of drugs,
And I fear that while you have nothing but the best intentions,
I just might be the chemical that slowly kills you from the inside out.