she told me that in order to

keep the thought of seeing you

the smoke that once fogged up my pain

must leave me all alone again,

and id do anything to keep you whole

we know euphoria takes a toll

but as we sleep from states away

i just think back to the first day...

pills and booze ad blunts and bongs

is all we ever built upon.

yes my dear, id give it all

the biter liquid, the fiery fall

to bring you home to my embrace,

but theres a side that's hard to face,

for even if I'm ever clean

you wouldn't give it up for me...

is it sad that i don't feel anymore

i know its hopeless but ill adore

you till the end of time but dear...

is the feeling mutual here?

i think the spice of bitter gin

feels better than touching my skin.

and blowing smoke into the air

is something to which i cant compare.

i will sneak around no more

so heres your choice, and theres the door

and if you choose to stay with me

then you will choose recovery,

but if the way i think is true

and i am not enough for you

and olive eyes and shaking hands

and curing sadness on demand 

over rule my love for you

then go ahead and see it through.

give yourself to the night

and fall in love with pale moonlight

and dace in the streetlights, alone and free

the  way you used to do with me

i know your choice, even now

so close your curtain, but take your bow.

my hand that helped you through the night

will be replaced by liquid spite,

of course ill miss your icy eyes

i wont accept your hollow cries..

i wont forget your cold embrace

but theres a problem we must face,

for i know...its plain to see

withdraw hurts more than losing me.