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i'm addicted now;

you hand is in mine again,

i'll never be clean.

I follow you down the dark, dank stairway,

Not taking a glance back the way we came.

The footsteps I take are whispers;

No one can hear them but me.

But you still listen to my heartbeat

It's strewn on the floor

again, because I was too lazy

to throw it in the hamper

and instead it's on the carpet floor.

And it's there next time

I'm crying on the floor;

We run back to your house,

The lights are still on,

And they cover your freckled face,

Like it's the sun.

The grass brushes our feet,

And the wind catches in your hair,

We sit out on the sand,

The fog covers the sky,

And blankets the world,

Like a shield. 

The waves nip at our feet,

The water's cold

But I'm warm because you hold my hand,

We stand on the dock,

The sun has set,

But I can see your happiness 

Even in the dead of night.

The streetlight's on,

The metal is all rusted

And covered in salt,