A Good Time

You burn my stomach
like you've burned into my thoughts.
I take you when I have you,
but it's never soon enough,
it's never enough.

Bitter taste & bittersweet memories
I can't quite remember, but would like to believe.
This isn't an addiction, I am not diseased.
Another crutch, another outlet, another thing I need.

Fill me up as I drain you,
never did understand this exchange,
but it sure feels damn good now.
But, soon I'll be spilling everything,
my heart and my guts
into the open air and on the floor.
Left empty all except for...

Bitter taste & bittersweet memories
I can't quite remember, but would like to believe.
This isn't an addiction, I am not diseased.
Another crutch, another outlet, another thing I need.

Just a stupid teenage phase,
and I'll soon grow out of this,
or so I'd like to believe.
But you're haunting me,
you're in my blood in more ways than one.

Anything for a good time, I suppose...