Sober Love

The feel of your body next to me Is similar to the buzz of promethazine Or a triple stack of ecstasy And every word that you speak Is equivalent to a bag of weed But who needs that? Every kiss is a hit of crack I often try to quit But I always relapse This is driving me insane And you my Prozac So I know that I am an attic Because withdraw kicks in when I can’t have it How could I let this happen? It’s apparent the change is drastic I think they call it punch drunk love now Left me hung over and strung out I love the high but hate the come down I’d do whatever to get some now Next thing you know, I overdose Comatose and each time I wake from my coma My need for you grows even stronger As I wear this look of somber I pray to feel this way no longer I longed for love, until up crept love upon my shoulder Who would have guessed I would be a junkie Man, I wish love was sober