Addicted To It
This New Age love means,
Finding small streets,
To delight in the misery,
Of the night,
To be remembered,
Only by the love-bites.
When the sun hits,
Those moments are worth nothing.
Channeling party girls,
I look for a pretty face,
Looking to forget you,
Lying to myself.
A lowlife,
I cannot be left alone.
Putting on a strawberry scent,
To allure them all,
Shining like gold,
In the neon lights of another bar.
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