Unhealthy

I've hidden a bag of ideas under the rug

I've bagged a couple of memories

Now can we please be done

I've done all that she's asked of me

She'd never say please, so give me a hug

It's this strange complexity we called love, and it's a lame memory we fucked up

There's no better drug

And that's what I'm on

That's all she ever want

I can't give it up, if I over dose, she would have already won

Keep your pockets closed

Boy don't let her know how it begun