Euphoria

You're addicted to euphoria
Because she holds your hand
Through all the bad times in your life.

Like a doctors visit she comes
With a needle attached to her hip.
Her kisses burn in a good way
That sends you spinning..spinning.

She doesn't mind being shared with your lover.
She knows shes a mother.
Thats okay.
Shes here to help get you both through the day.

Whispering sweet nothings in your ear
As you plung another needle into your arm
Like a loaded gun
Without the alarm...bliss.

You'll miss her when shes gone
Shes like the one who got away
But she keeps coming back.
Your body will acke for her
You'll break for her.

What day is it again?
Whats the time?
Why is my daughter mad at me now?

I hit her?
How? When? No!
I didn't. Not this time
Not again!

Im better this time..
I don't use as much as i use to..
Im recovering..always.
Dont worry ill be back later..
I need to see her one more time.

Euphoria..