You manipulate the pieces
And order them up
So it just about makes sense
Time might have no meaning here
Just the smell of your hair

I know that I am weak
When it comes to you, I don't mind
At least it is you that hurts me
As you serve me sugar coated suffering
I stuff it all in and ask for extras

Your simple sweetness is sickening
My addiction is not much better
Yet your flaws make you beautiful in my eyes
So, in the end, I just sit and wait
You decide what is to be with us, and say