A.H
Loving you burns like a cigarette. One hit was all it took, and I was hooked on you. I know you're not good for me, I know you're not healthy But still I go back. Sometimes I hack up a storm, your words burning as bad as the smoke. Other times, it slides smoothly down my throat, sending a thrill through my bones. The nicotine is my caving point, your addictive taste drawing me in. My friends and family tell me to quit, that it's not worth the risk But they don't get it They don't get you How you draw me in like a curse and a blessing There's a fine line between them And I'm not sure where you lie anymore.