I'm high.
All the time.
When I see you,
I'm high.
When I think about you,
I'm high.
When I hear your name,
I'm high.
When I say I hate you,
I'm high.
You make me this way.
When I haven't seen you,
I'm feel in need.
After awhile,
When I'm so swamped I can ignore that feeling,
I feel less in need.
But then I see you again.
Or I think about you again,
Or I hear your name again,
Or I once again, say I hate you,
I'm high.
Just like before.
Worse every time.