You Still Skip Love Songs

Well I've been around the world,
Been kissed all night by acid trips,
And cross my heart - not one of them
Tastes quite like your luscious lips.

Eccentric cuts and stabs;
they heal with every breath.
You were my only heroin,
my precious crystal meth.

If I was to crawl on glass
Would you let me hold your hand?
I can be your fragile feather
Dropped in sinking sand.