I’ve heard things people have said
They usually don’t mean a thing to me
But then you cracked a smile and
My affixation has yet to cease.
How can I help it when
All of the words that fall from your mouth
Sooth my tongue like drops of water
Falling from a desert sky?
It isn’t right that the only thing to quench
My parched throat is you.
This can’t be too healthy,
Like my grandmother said as she
Popped all those pills day after day
Side effects worse than the symptoms
Your effect on me is worse than the symptoms,
But withdrawal hits hard and I need a fix
So I keep taking you anyway.
Maybe some day I will break the habit
Some day I won’t be so addicted to
All of the things you do, you do
But in the mean time, I hope its okay
I’m working my way off of you
The pleasurable pain, the self-lying games
All of which work for a while until
The time runs out and I’m waiting impatiently
I open the bottle, I wait for the rain
Whether or not it means me more pain.
And this can’t be too healthy,
Like my grandma used to say
Popping these pills day after day
Side effects distract from the symptoms,
But the core of the problem remains
Because withdrawal hits so damn hard
So we keep taking them anyway.
I know I won’t ever break the habit
There won’t come a day
I won’t be addicted to all the things you do,
You do.
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