Addicted

Laying before me, I have twenty two lined up syringes consisting of you Each vial holds a different piece of your soul I'm missing a fragment so can't make you whole The morsel that's missing, already injected soothing withdrawls, my body infected I promised I know, to try'n give you in Some how I don't know where I should begin I tilt my head sideways inspecting the goods Savour the moment like true addicts should The little glass cages, which to pick first? To surfeit my hunger and quench my thirst I want you to dance on the back of my tongue Cascade inside me so we can be one Hand to my mouth, I can't keep you steady No turning back now, too late, are you ready?