3:00AM Calls Part Two

Why is it that most poisons and toxins
Are such pretty colors, beautiful colors
They draw our eyes to them, force us to admire
But ultimately they would be our demise
He was toxic and I was poison
We were complete together as most evils are
Our demons loved each other the way demons know how
Our colors bled until we were something else entirely
But then he left, the damage to my colors irreversible
Even my demons wept when he left me
When he came into my life I felt warm again
And the moment he left me, I lost most of my poison
He stole what was left of my abused heart
Everytime I start to heal, everytime I relearned to stand
He calls me to remind me of the warms
Those toxins that once brought to my pained life
We cannot stay away, our love offers a high
Neither of us can refuse entirely, like magnets
We're drawn to each other and the remaining sanity
Begs me to stay away, to hang up on his 3:00AM Calls
And sometimes I cannot resist for he is my toxin