Laying on the tracks again,
thinking about addiction and you...
Hopping a train that rainy afternoon,
we did it just the way we wanted
Jack Daniels and my guitar -
sex on the cold hard floor
you were like heroin:
new, awe inspiring, beautifully addictive
all pleasure, no pain.
by the time the pain crept in
i was too deep to care
somewhere, i still cant place it
it changed from lost in your eyes
to lost in a bottle
cant crawl out with someone hanging on.
love, sex, tears, broken glass
its all a blur now,
like you are
you wanted to punish me for loving you...
and you did.
Does it still feel like you accomplished something?
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