oh, that ice cold can or bottle of that yellow, fizzy, in a disguise addiction.
behind the refreshing taste, lies some secret affliction.
each gulp that slithers down a throat and flows through the blood,
makes your mind jumbled up and makes emotions in your brain start to flood.
oh, that craving feeling for another twelve ounces of ****,
opening up the fridge, no more left, goes out and about for a random kiss.