I have this rage building up in my chest
My heart is in your hands, so it cannot be an attack
There is a pain that leaves me breathless
But not the way you do, that is always good
You two always seem to mix
And I don't like you next to my problems
You've never been the source of them
But I put you in them anyhow.

My addictions.

I guess that makes a certain amount of sense
Heart break and withdrawal feel about the same
I'm not too sure I know what heart break is
When it is covered by the fact that I am
Two weeks clean and I still know what your hands feel like.
The last time my heart broke,
I cried on my couch for two days.
Now I'm just craving one addiction
After the other and I'm not sure which one is worse.
You or the pain I cause myself.
That pain, if any, that I get from you is hard.
The pain I cause is easy.

My addictions.

They like to sadden me.
One of them at the least.
I shouldn't call you an addiction next to it.
You are not bad for me.
You never have been.
But I'll be your poison if you'll be my addiction.
That would work out well.

I just don't want to break tonight.