The other day I was asked,
Where I called home.
I thought for a while,
Before I realized a syringe was the only thing that made me feel warm.

I know I have a cold heart,
And I couldn't care less sometimes.
But to tell you the truth,
I'm truly happy that you're mine.

I've driven nearly a hundred miles,
And been sick for days on end.
Just so I could see you,
My love, my life, my very best friend.

I've left my needle back in my room,
Just beside my spoon and cotton.
So I could be with you,
So those moments may never be forgotten.

I've spent my days alone,
Knowing just how far I'd have to drive,
To see my darling girl,
And to really feel alive.