Muse
Overcoming and recovering from my addiction to you
the highs and lows of loving you,
worth more than any precious jewel
The hangovers from our endless cycle of abuse
The nights of talking each problem through
The days where smoke filled up our rooms
The years we spent
I’d like to say the time was not misused
My muse
Worth more than the moon, sun and those measly planets too
The things i'd do to rewind the time
when you ran my mood
even if it wasn’t that good
i miss having you in my neighborhood
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