Feel our death while sharing our breath, and we’ll live forever after this
In that space of no more crying and no more dying
Pray peace over love because chaos does
Abused like a substance. Take a hit of me
A muse’s dumb trance got the best of me
Used like a drug you can never get enough of
Demand your way when you don’t like what I say
Run from me, run far away….keep running until you’re free
that what’s happening while you’re accusing me
I’m still right here, making my way, while you’re afraid.
Now you’re back to counterattack
Abused like a substance. Take a hit of me
Confused by the dance of love’s next tragedy
I’m taking it away; flushing down the drain
This accusation is making you insane
Used like a drug you can never get enough of
Begging for yesterday, back when you loved me, back in my arms, back to
the high I need
Begging for back then
Begging for your love
Begging for my drug
Angry-confused-mentally abused
You keep taking your love away, but I know I haven’t changed?
Why won’t you love me?
Show me you love me?
Hold me in your arms!
If you loved me you would do as I say.
You’d stop what you’re doing and do it my way
Instead you keep on taking your love away.
Begging for back then
Begging for your love
My drug
Don’t you dare take it away
I’ll hurt you and say it was accidentally
I didn’t mean to say it.
I didn’t mean to betray it…our sacred bond of love.
Begging for back then
You’re doing it again
Begging for my love
Begging for your drug
After pulling our foundation…like a rug
Anxiety-sobriety-fucked up society
The light in me?
Our dynasty?
Something slowly dies in me
Cries inside for me
Every time you take a hit of me
And blame it on your sobriety
How do I go on…playing the role placed upon me?
I had no idea until it dawned on me…I didn’t agree to this…I didn’t get set free for this
I know what love isn’t, and this is it
I know love didn’t intend to be a hit
How did I get here, receiving love again
Only to find out I was being reeled in…
To replace the empty space in another human’s race
Running out in haste
My love isn’t a drug, but I’m the dealer on this one.
Will you play the hand you’re given…to shuffle and start again?
My love isn’t a drug…it’s soft when comprehended
It’s tough when stomped and ended
My love isn’t a drug, but I’m the dealer of it. I’m the healer of it.
Soft will comprehend it
It’s tough to end it
But I’m the dealer on this one. My love isn’t a drug
I’m not here to feed you. No hitting on me.
I’m not here to need you if this is how it’s gonna be
I’m not gonna plead with you
Just to bleed with you
My love isn’t a drug, but I’m the dealer on this one.