I Wish I can understand these fleeting feelings
And why they hold so much power

Crave old hopeless romantic habits
A plastic rose in a glass stem was the closest to getting flowers

I think about the taste of that first hit in my dreams
The rush and the ringing in your ears

Why do I fantasize the good
When the high revolves around fear

Paranoia and voices crowd the room
It’d only be a matter of time till my demon came back too

I don’t miss our conversations
Did you know the devil talks back?

He reminds me of the rush in my dreams
hoping when I wake up I’ll crack  

The high won’t be the same
Knowing how far I’ve come

I know my next overdose
Will be the one I don’t come back from