I need to stop

But don’t know how

Could you help me stop

Just one more

 

Then we’ll stop

On the floor

Too late

They’re all gone

 

It was good

Was it bad

It was the best thing

I ever had

 

The memory haunts

The pain sticks

But I haven’t

Any regrets

 

We could go another round

I could quit that job sell everything I own

 

For that feeling without compare

That you generate that we share

 

It all comes down

to what haunts you the most