• My sweet cocaine,
    Down the drain,
    Washed the blood and snow,
    As it fell it echoed;
    "Please don't go, please don't go."
    I'm still here.

    A brighter light,
    Now burns on skin,
    Eyes afire and they tire,
    After seeing the same thing,
    Over and over,
    The weight on my shoulder,
    Did you know there was a relapse?

    Never again,
    Words washed away by the constant need,
    Thoughts they feed,
    The absent heart,
    And absent hearts grow fonder,
    The wait grows longer.
    Aching, waiting.

    Seven months passed,
    At last the laughs,
    Of a love I lost,
    Despite the cost.
    I had to go,
    I had to go.
    Will you miss me?
    I miss you.
    Come back to me.

    But that door has been shut now.