isnt it strange?

when you say my name

my veins light aflame

an addiction i never want rehab for.

you make me feel like an alcoholic,

and through drunken fields i'll happily frolic.

and sure, im intense.

but its really just defense.

a way to justify when this ends

because i know it will.

but i cant help but hope,

that maybe im just peering through a kaleidoscope.

and the shards of light

aren’t warning me of goodbye—

they’re showing me how beautiful

being dizzy in you can be.