Comatose

The value is low, practically worthless.
Cheaper than the drugs you cram in your system;
Yeah it hurts, but it feels like home.
Fuck it, you feel like home to me;
but I’m smart enough to know that it’s not the shelter I need.

But baby, you know that I crave it.
So bad.
I crave warmth because you know my heart is forever cold.
I loved and I loved hard,
because I couldn’t tell if it was codependency—
Or if I just couldn’t stand feeling empty.

I crave it, treat it like it’s morphine,
Because you’re my painkiller.
Shove the epi-pen into my chest;
Except the pen isn’t a pen, it’s a knife—
and you realize this weight isn’t an allergic reaction
No baby, no
You’re just dying of heartbreak.