Medicine
Tangled. That's how I feel. I feel tangled up in your bullshit attitude and your highly medicated life. I wish I could explain it, I wish I could rationalize whatever the fuck we call what we're doing. You can try and tell me you feel nothing but the next time you bring me to bed just to hold me I want you to seriously reevaluate your fucking choices. I never want to feel again like a place holder for something better. Just a warm body to heat up a cold heart. I'll wake up in the morning with your arms around me, but I'll be empty of love. And we'll be tangled up all over again, in our world full of sex and drugs.