you feeling it?

they say addiction's a disease; i highly doubt it.
on second thought, i see you and i think "without it
i cannot live," 'cause you give me the fix that i'm so in need of.
if i died and someone cut me open, i would bleed love.

how to hold it all together without spilling it?
two tabs of acid, seven grams of weed; you feeling it?
wrong timeline, i'm sorry - baby, it won't slip
out again; i'll hold it in as i silently trip.