Familiar taste of poison.

"I tell my self
That you're no good for me
I wish you well
But desire never leaves
I could fight this til the end
But maybe I don't wanna win

I breathe you in again
Just to feel you
Underneath my skin
Holding on to
The sweet escape
Is always laced with a
Familiar taste of poison

I don't wanna be saved
I don't wanna be sober
I want you on my mind
In my dreams
Behind these eyes
And I won't wake up
No, not this time."

Cya.