your smell is my drug
a psycodellic trip i cannot leave
and with every silent shrug
for the distance between us i grieve

these last few weeks a hallucination
brought on by the simple sight
of your smile, my heroine
the drug i do not wish to fight

as the touch of your skin
enters my veins through the needles sting
the pain of reality gives way to sin
i only think of the high you bring

the sting of your perfume
entering my throat
every ounce of you i wish to consume
i want to be the cloud on which you float

whether a shot, inhale or pill
i will seek out this feeling of you
i will journey to this high until i lose the power of will
i am simply an addict with nothing left to do