I’m running out of words
Of letters and syllables
To rhyme you all around me
I’m running out of pretty metaphors
Of stories and structures
To rhyme you all around me
But I haven’t even started
So I’m drawing from empty veins, if only because

Your love and my addiction are both means to an end
Creations I’ve intentionally, accidentally engineered
As demonstrations of my abilities to feel and to learn
Your love, addiction my love, my means to an end

Can you narrow down the demographic
For the inclination to destroy
Pretty things, delightful things, magical and precious things
Is it a sickness or just a personality trait
When one tries to avoid
Perfect things, precious things, wonderful and delightful things
Are there exceptions to laws of attraction
Magnetic forces that change unexpectedly, if only because

Your love and my addiction are both means to an end
Creations I’ve intentionally, accidentally engineered
As demonstrations of my abilities to feel and to learn
Your love, addiction my love, my means to an end

And I can’t stop fighting myself for you
And I can’t stop spinning my truth
And I can’t stop telling myself that oh, I really want to
Claw at the itch until I can breathe again

Your love, my addiction my love, my love, you’re my means to an end
Creations I’ve intentionally, accidentally engineered
As demonstrations of my abilities to feel and to learn
Your love, addiction my love, my means to an end