poison

Your smile's always wider when you eyes are slightly glazed,
a warm, fuzzy, heart grows it's wings when that shit's laced.
Your lids are looking droopy but your laugh's loud,
shoulders start their sagging but your decent is proud.
You see yourself as lover's dancing, happy, and so elegant
but this ballroom is a deathtrap, love, and you can't dance your way out of it.