The Perfect Drug

I’ve got my head, but my head is unraveling
Can’t keep control; can’t keep track of where it’s traveling
I’ve got my heart, but my heart is no good
And you’re the only one that’s understood

You make me hard when I’m all soft inside
I see the truth when I’m all stupid-eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart

My blood, it wants to say hello to you
My fears, they want to get inside of you
My soul, it’s so afraid to realize
How very little there is left of me

And I want you

I think some of us are made to be obsessed. We all have our addictions. For some, it is drugs, others sex, and even kink. For me, it is connection. I want to obsess over them, and I want them to obsess over me. I want to see us get deep in it. Don’t give me that shallow shit. Sex is just surface-level, and I am not here for that. I need to be touched deep down. Make my mind an absolute mess. Ruin me. Make me addicted