In Love With The Things I Can Not Have

I will always be in love with the things I can not have.
The aesthetic of denial, the art of addiction.
The inner monologue "It's all okay."

To slice your own tongue with a razor's edge
Break your own silence with wit

Humor

Alas, she looks at you lovingly
With malice in her heart
But her blink reminding you to breathe

With her you'll never come down
This high was never high enough
This low was never low enough

Never break
She has you
Even though she will use you, abuse you
You love it
Your mess
Her test
And she'll end you
Cause you've already failed

They say addiction is a cruel mistress
But they don't even know the half of it
No book-wise white kids ever gonna flip this
But no street-wise kid is gonna miss this

If we hit it and we pass on
We fall to that mistress
One by one
Like flies

For we should be the ones filled with malice
The hate in our hearts and flames that we fan
We will never forget our brothers and sisters, man
They fam, they fam

Nobody else should go down like that
Alone, stone cold
Every drop of blood
Curdled
In their veins

Never knowing how we miss their names

But I will always be in love with the things I can not have
I won't let them have me