Leaving

I suppose I know the story well
It has been told to me many times
My life works as a revolving door
In they come and out they go

I am in a fever dream
Such a fallacy
And I should fancy
Myself luckily cursed
Like all drugs
This will wear out
As I wear thin
And I'll come down
And wish to be high again


This was different
Yet the same
Leaving
Again
I wont pray
For another day
I'll just drink
To the memories
Of my missing link.