You are my drug of choice
I know you’re no good for me
And though I swear my lips
Will never touch you again
Here we are, here we are.

Call me obsessed, color me consumed
I’ve always been the type to notice
The smell of a rose in bloom,
But let me confess, this is new
You’ve stopped my heart, let it resume
And I, to finish, must tell it true
I’m high on your perfume.

Sometimes it feels like even if
Every inch of my skin was touching yours
I still wouldn’t be close enough to you.

I found a night’s sky full of stars
In your cinematic eyes
And heard a symphony
In your laughter.

Love gives the best of highs
But also the worst of hangovers.

Love starts as a feeling,
But to continue is a choice;
And I find myself choosing you
More and more every day.