It’s been twelve days since I last had a hit,
That’s 288 hours since I last felt your lips,
The physical dependence my heart is to yours
I stare anxiously waiting for you to walk through my doors.
I crave your essence; I crave your presence,
I long to feel you deep inside of me.
It’s been twelve days since I last had a hit,
That’s 288 hours since I last felt your spirit,
A separation from my addiction- which is you
The headaches, the irritability- they don’t have a clue
I need you, I miss the shaking, the dizziness of your love.
Now my body has grown nauseated – I feel empty
Depressed, alone, and isolated, because you’re not here with me.
It’s been twelve days since I last had a hit,
That’s 288 hours of feeling my heart racing,
I’ve grown restless, can’t eat, can’t sleep
An insomniac you’ve created.
I wake up in cold sweats, from dreams so wet
I shiver myself awake into chills,
The chest tightening, the anxiety of not feeling your touch,
Has literally driven me insane.
It’s been twelve days since I last had a hit,
My mind screams for you, I can’t focus on a thing
That’s’ poor concentration evolved from being deserted
I have trouble breathing, trouble speaking – I feel numb.
The tension in my muscles, I’m dying to release,
I’m going through withdrawals, cause your presence has deceased.