I want her again.
She's the rush that always hit you first, and made you less wary.
Takes any edge of yours that cut me, off clean.
Gives you no reason to be mean.

I want her again.
She dampens me quicker
than you could think you're not enough without trying.
Goads you into wanton wanting.

I want her again.
She pulled us closer together and then made us grateful.
You claimed she was synthetic,
but to me, she was my love undressed, tenfold.

I want her again.
She may have been fueled by chemicals,
but pulled your guard down for a little.
Just long enough, for my magic to work.

I want her again.
She set me free in your eyes.
But mostly
because she let you want me.