Talking to you
is inoxicating.
Like very bit of my
common sense is eradicating.
I could get high
off your laugh.
I could be wasted
looking at your photograph.
You cloud my mind
take over my thoughts.
You dictate every move I make,
you have me tied into knots.
Our parents always warned us,
that alcohol and drugs were addicting.
But our parents never told us,
people were also full of nicotine.
I'm constantly drunk on you,
and I never want to be sober.
You are my cigarette,
I'll be smoking until I'm older.
