You are the contraband inside of me

A high sending me spiraling

You are my missing puzzle peace

I am not complete

I am obselete

You are constantly perplexing me

I am constantly remembering

I am constantly forgetting things

I'm xanning

You are what I take to be happy

You are what I need to be happy

You are the narcotics fucking with my optics

I am an addict

I am addicted

I am addicted to this sadness

I am addicted to the feeling of being of something

I am off you

I've sworn off you

I am here again

Trapped in your whirlwind

You are in me again

I just don't understand

I try so hard to slip from your grips

But each time I say I'm done for good

Back under I slip

I relapse on you