I took a hit,
never felt so warm,
Your arms around me,
With you I felt safe

You were always there,
But your love,
no, not love,
Your time wasn't free

First I lost my money,
Then I lost my mind,

It feels like my teeth are rotten,
Like those hooked on meth,

I seem to be hooked on you,
I scream an shout,
And seeing you causes me pain,

But I miss your warmth,
I just need one more hit,
But I don't want to break sobriety.

I keep you in my contacts,
As if I kept your right there in my back pocket,
Because staying away from something reachable shows self control
And if I break,
My fix is right there