I WAS HIGH ON YOU.
I liked it when I was high on you,
it's becoming way too hard to go through.
Everything reminds me of your first taste,
how I was eager, and how my heart raced.
As long as your hands were in mine,
Every ounce of me appreciated you, my wine.
I was never coming down, I swear,
You were my shrine, you were my prayer.
I would smile wide, and say...