White Lines

Take me on a drive,

Pack up your bags, we’ll leave tonight,

Away from troubles and my sins.

Make me feel alive,

I promise, I’ll leave a sign,

This time, I must win.

Point your gun and take out your knife,

Kill this ticking bomb I have inside,

Help me shine from within.

Take me on a dive,

Deep in sea, show me the light,

Is this better than a slit?

I can’t describe,

You’ve brought me such delight,

On standby, the first aid kit.

Everything I carry is prescribed,

I like you, you are bright,

Inhaling you makes me grin.

For once I felt alive,

Always waiting for you to bite,

You’re the reason why I carry a pack of mint.

You’re never in plain sight,

Tonight? Again? Maybe, I might

Maybe this time I’ll leave some lint.

You’re the Bonnie to my Clyde,

You’re better than any white,

I’ll do anything to bring back those pink tints.

A part of me died,

When I had to quit you that night,

Those white lines are the best high I’ve ever been.