Him

He is a drug to you.

That punch of ecstasy
That epic fantasy that brings you alive

So real you need to drive into the high
Swim until you fly
Laugh until you cry

Til the Morning After ☀

He's that fix
I can't give you
The penultimate and
Epitome, peak, orgasm of the mix I don't contain

☁ I can't keep you on cloud 9 like he can
Cos I keep you calm and stable

Locked away like Rapunzel because I hate the bottom of the beer can

Until the Morning After

He reminds you of the good times
With no strings attached
Life is fine

Sporadic cravings have you whipped and tied to his side
So when he goes to hide, you seek like a lost sheep

You miss the roaming beast that can't be tamed
Searching for the bird who will remain

But everyone told you to grow up
Even your master plucked you from his cup

You always ask me
"How can something so bad, feel so good?"

It's like poison baby
Your favourite type

It murders you softly
One nerve at a time
Till all you survive on is the hype of the glorious dime

It tastes so divine
You ask him for more
That's what leaves you begging at his door

So the addict you are cannot turn away

And that's how you found me

As a stray

I am the fruit you can tolerate to eat
Juicy, healthy, fresh and sweet

But pain and poison taste better

I'm what you need and he's what you want

And soon you'll have to choose because fruit and pain fail to cohabitate

Stability and instant gratification refuse to collaborate

Longevity and legacy will eradicate eachother

Eventually they'll be no morning after

Just a permanent state of distortment.
Perversion.

You'll never love me like you love him...