I don't know how to stop writing about you
How to stop picturing myself with you
How to stop seeing you behind my eyelids
Each time I blink

Maybe you're in my bloodstream
Flowing to my heart, reminding it to beat,
But it is more likely you are simply
Each thought that I think

And I guess this is all there is
And maybe I'm out of luck

But in the words
Of the famous Kate Moss,
You're in my veins,
You ****