so i needed some help getting over my

addiction, biting the pillow every time the

smoke blew through the screen with all it's

beautiful temptation. and she's right there

every time, reminding me why i'm done,

reminding me why my lips need to stay clean.

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so she needed some help getting over her

addiction, pulling a sweatshirt on every time

beautiful boys walked by and stared.

and i'm right there, reminding her why

they don't need it, reminding her

why her lips need to stay pure.

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so he needed some help getting over his

addiction, tears welling up every time i

walked in the room with my miniskirts

and love. and i was right there,

reminding him why the depression needed

to go, why his lips needed to stay happy.

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so i needed some help getting over my

addiction, biting the pillow every time the

phone rang with all their problems slipping

out. and no one's there to remind me

why my lips need to stay closed.

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so i start with the clean white filters,

pure pain flowing into my lungs,

and i'm happy again because

my heart is closed.