You are my drug
Make me forget the pain
I feel only your caress
My cocain saint
Love you, my enemy
Turn me upside down
For a little taste
You let me in
Suddenly lust is no longer a sin
Cliched angel called it rape
Broke the rules
I couldn't escape
Your tongue was your brush
My blood was your paint
Lovingly whispered, "My Cocain Saint"
Author notes
This is not about Cocain as a drug, it usues cocain as something that you feel good when you have and you feel bad when its gone. You feel "good" when you're high, but when you dont have the drug then you're miserable. Its a metaphore.
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