Some love can taste like the finest wine

I know it's wrong, but it's the most sweetest crime

That I've overdosed on...

I leaned on it like a crutch to suppress my darkest flaws

Without realizing this toxin only enhanced them all

But I kept on drinking it

It made me warm inside

Narrowed my eyes and falsely personified

Internal happiness

Because it was temporary

I'd wake up just to realize that something I loved to overdose on

Went against the son of Mary

And left me with a headache

How many more glasses can I take?

Before I realize the sweetest love is a toxin to me

It hurts to put the bottle down

But maybe...

It just wasn't meant to be



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