I'm drawn to you and your ear pleasing fizzle
Why? I'm not sure perhaps because I'll miss you
Perhaps in time you will cease to be
My worst friend, worst hobby and worst enemy
You've cost me a lot in such a short amount of time
Perhaps that's why fucking with you is considered a crime
You make no exceptions, you destroy all that you meet
You're the opposite of subtle and discreet
I can't seem to shake you as a habit
Instead I rehearse the chorus: "I need my next hit."
