I know we all give up on,
Lost causes when the time's up.
But my heart keeps beating,
Knowing that we will make it through.

You could keep me honest,
You could keep me from everything,
Everything that makes me self destructive.
You could keep me from setting myself aflame.

I know that everything is messed up,
Waiting for the sound of the gong,
To dance around my head,
Keeping my heartbeat sound.

And I know I keep *******,
Everything up time and time again,
But I promise I'll be here,
If only you'll be here with me.

I know I'm a mess,
I don't need the sight of,
A needle or a drop of my blood,
To tell me that.

Maybe I need a few pills,
To keep me alive,
Or maybe you'll be the,
****** I need tonight.

Maybe you're the rush,
Baby you're the rush,
I keep on postponing,
Keep on putting off the question.

But give me one more shot,
Give me one more *****,
One more rush and I promise,
I'll ask for just one more each time.

I miss you,
Every night and day.
I miss you so much,
I don't know what to say.

I know you need to be there,
For you and for us.
But sometimes I grow weak,
And my mind begins to rust.

Oxidation occurs,
And spreads through my veins.
My heart beats wildly,
When the winds begin to change.

I miss you so much,
That if you asked me to,
I'd walk the 87 miles,
It takes to reach you.

It'd take me a week,
Maybe a bit more.
But the cramps in my legs,
Would be worth arriving at your door.

It's been 24 hours,
Since I saw you last.
And God, girl,
I'm sick of living in the past.

Patience has always,
Been one of my virtues.
But I can honestly say,
My virtues are stretched thin these days.

I've told so many lies,
Just to keep myself sane.
I've lied to people,
Just to keep away the pain.

I can tell you anything,
With whatever expression you need to see.
And I can always, at the drop of a hat,
Be whoever I have to be.

I know everyone around me,
And all of the cracks they try to hide.
But my guilded tongue,
Finds them every time.

I could tell you everything,
That you never wanted to hear.
And honestly after,
I wouldn't be any worse for wear.

I get no ball in the pit of my gut,
No butterflies eating me inside.
When I call you out on your secrets,
Those ***** things you try and hide.

You'd call me the Devil,
But truth to tell,
The Devil is honest,
Even in Hell.

It'd be closer to the truth,
If you called me a snake.
But I've no second skin,
So you can't call me fake.

Call me human,
That's all you can do.
And next time you ask me,
I won't lie to you.

I need to fall apart again,
So I can write something,
Something so meaningful,
That the very act will cause my heart to stop.

I need to fall apart again,
But the truth is; I don't know how,
I don't know how anymore,
Now that I've really learned to love you.

Even as the morphine,
Stops to enter my veins,
And I feel myself sick from all the chemicals,
I cannot fall apart, I cannot fall again.

I start my downward slide,
Then I remember you laughter,
I remember your face,
And I find myself glued together.

I suppose my writing may die,
But I'm happy with you.
So if that's my sacrifice,
Then **** these words and **** me too.

She loved fire so much
That she set herself aflame.
But as all flames do,
She burnt out too fast.

It's been three weeks,
Since you left.
And I've been so lucky,
To spend the weekends in your bed.

My mind may have been clouded,
With alcohol and morphine,
And I may have drank too quickly,
But I still shivered from the taste of your kiss.

It's now the fourth week,
And I count myself so lucky,
To know that I'm able to spend,
At least a few short hours with you.

It will be nearly three months,
Before you come home to me.
I know that no snow or ice or slush,
Could keep you driving back to my arms.

The other day I was asked,
Where I called home.
I thought for a while,
Before I realized a syringe was the only thing that made me feel warm.

I know I have a cold heart,
And I couldn't care less sometimes.
But to tell you the truth,
I'm truly happy that you're mine.

I've driven nearly a hundred miles,
And been sick for days on end.
Just so I could see you,
My love, my life, my very best friend.

I've left my needle back in my room,
Just beside my spoon and cotton.
So I could be with you,
So those moments may never be forgotten.

I've spent my days alone,
Knowing just how far I'd have to drive,
To see my darling girl,
And to really feel alive.