My minds distorted
but you're going to take me to the bottom until I'm finally euphoric.
When I'm swallowed in depression
you embrace with temptation
and when I've finally had enough
I crush you up and huff you up.
I pop a few
Then you whisper little nothings like
"I'll rescue you."
In the end...
It's just me
and you
and your
Narcotic Kisses.
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