Sitting so comfortable on my sofa,
I pull the coffee table just a little bit closer.
I have this habit and it's hard to kick,
thinking to myself, this is my last hit.
I pull my pipe out and fill it with your love,
not realizing the effect that it does.
As i flick my liter to produce a flame
to burn your love, but it still remains.
so i go to my room to get a belt,
and place it around my arms til my veins seep out.
I get my needle and fill it with your love,
thinking to myself,
let me see what this high does.
I have my needle in one hand, and my soul in the other,
((((((((((SIGH)))))))))))))))
DAMN WHY AM I GOING THROUGH ALL THIS,
CAN I JUST TELL HIM THAT I LOVE HIM

Baby i love you, but i got to let you go.
Me getting high off you is taking control