Love is like crack. one high just ain't enough. and once you start you just can't stop.
Love is the feeling to sacrifice an arm and leg for a person, just to kiss their cheek. Or to stare into their eyes and get the feeling that you're invincible when they're around.
the drawing all over your paper cupids arrow stuck through your heart, their name with yours.the dedications of forever till death do you part,
And when that day comes you want them to be the first person to break down and cry, the last person you see in your eyes.
but what if...
what if:
the memories of the first time you went out to eat, they had ribs, and they got barbaque sauce all over their lips and face and you lickin your lips cause you wanted a lil more then just taste was all you could think about. or your first kiss was in your friend's bedroom, and then you got scared cause someone knocked on the door. or that time you went to the park, when the sun was just setting, your on the swing, and in mid push, they catch you, so suddenly, just to feel the cushion of your body for a moment in
time, and they swore they'd nvr let go.
what if all those memories were blown away from gettin high. and they couldn't remember if they loved you today or tomorrow. and you gotta keep making more memorable memories, hoping that one day, maybe one of them would be good enough for them to just stop smokin, and have only you as a way to get high. to feel happy.
all your left with is the comfort of
the warm tears streaming down your cheeks as you try to recount every second, every minute, every week.
you cry, you scream, you hope, you pray, but that hurt just won't go away. you keep gettin those withdrawals everynight. this is way more than just a tylenol and a goodnight's sleep could handle. and you cry, cause you know once you start you just can't stop.
and now your the addict lookin for that perfect high, hopin you'll never come down, not even on the 4th of july.
