Giving-in

I'm waking-up, breathing-in these chemicals,
ahh the aroma seems so irresistible, it's a
hard fought fight
But I'm not giving-up, when I return to life,
I take the knife of your love, cut off all
the nuances of love, makes it clear once
again
It's magical in a way, how you resurrect me
from my pain, tragical in a way, how you make
me fall again
I'm giving-in, letting it all return again,
opening-up for your cascading love, going
slow, so as not to impede its flow
To many things in the way, past things that
never played-out just right
I'm giving-in, new apocalypse ready to begin,
giving-up, giving-up, juxtapose and I'm out
of luck