Six and a Half Years

Wish it had been seven years since I last let you touch me

The time it takes for my cells to make me a new body

A body you have never touched, that is what I crave now

Wish I had a different name I’ve never heard you say now

All these years of wanting you, I almost made the deadline

Now the world will know the truth and read it in the headlines

“She’s relapsed” they all scream out when they see why I'm shaking

Yearning for another hit all while my heart is breaking

Broke this promise to myself, I’d finally kicked the habit

6.5 years clean but then you broke me like a savage

Swallowed all your pretty lies and all else that you wanted

Grasping for a taste of you so you could go and flaunt it

White paint splashed across my skin, a symbol of your conquest

Unfortunately for me, you’re better as a concept

Fell so fast under your spell, forgot you’ll never catch me

Suddenly you change your tune and show me your best acting

History that spans across the surface of two decades

Don’t pretend that you weren’t the one that started the chase

Introduced me to the strongest drug I’ve ever tasted

Strung out on the thought of you and all these years I’ve wasted

Now I start the clock again and wait another seven

Long enough that maybe I’ll forget the taste of heaven