filtered love

loving you is kind of hard on my lungs, the taste of you still lingers on my tongue, but once i exhale i know you will be here, knowing your presence will soon disappear

what more can i really say, to make you smile and stay, and filter the pain that awaits

i don't know why you are so hard to quit, it must be that dance that becomes a mist, these thoughts of you are constantly stuck in my head, it's hard to believe that i am addicted

what more can i really do, to be right next to you, and make it feel like there's no such thing as time

i know this may seem surreal, these warnings are an appeal
but once i have you i know that i'll be fine

you are the nicotine that i will crave, the love that i need when i feel deprave, as long as you could always light up, i'll be your ashtray when you're falling apart

how can i make things feel right, everytime your in my sight, your reverence is a constant design