Loveaholic

I could get high off of you all day. Snort you off a mirror. My time with you is like a speed ball. Crack and heroin on a foil? I'm serious. I'm so wired when I'm in bed alone, big pupils, little trains of thought, but I could lay on that couch with you holding me while I laugh for twenty years and feel the supposedly wasted time slide through me like sand through a sift. Couldn't give a shit less about pills anymore, even the pills in your drawer, 'cause I'm happy if I'm high, and I'm high if I'm yours. I'm a low-maintenance woman, and you're just my brand of I-don't-give-a-damn.