If two wrongs do not make a right then why do we fit so perfectly
Why do our sins turn to cinnamon
Still as dangerous but twice as sweet
Why does it seem like everything is on fire but we are breathing perfectly darling
Where are those bloodshot eyes I fell in love with at 17
I know you do not want them back but sometimes I pray that they do so we can fall back into old habits and I can find some method of coping because my nails are getting too short and I am missing far too much hair
Darling why did we try to get better together
We are dying but at least we are saying in each other twig thin arms
Is this how recovery feels
Sometimes I'm not sure if I'm recovering from drugs
Or from our love
And sometimes i'm not sure which one i'm running farther away from
