My parts are fragments of a lust once held dear as love

Now the full puzzle roots itself deep in the heart as an overpowering need rather than unfiltered lust

I did my last line of the night a few minutes ago

Sang it on my bedside table, right next to the trophy that reads “future member of the 27 club”

If I cant have you, not even in this haze I’ll spend my time f*cking everyone who looks like you

Who feels like you

Who breaths the same air as me

My jealous tendencies eat away at the lining of my stomach like ulcers

Ulcers only you could love

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock

You look like you want to kill me with that half assed smile on your face

What will you think of me when you get home and stare at your bloodshot eyes in the mirror?

I’m the same as I was when this started, just with a new hair color and a new corrosive obsession

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock

I’d kill to get a sample of your DNA

To see what gets people so addicted

You’re times running out, dear

Sooner than later that trap you’re in will slam shut and you will be all mine