Junkies Kissing for a Soul Fix

The warm sock, pull me closer, let's get a little deeper now. The conversing, exploring the monarchy of our love. The smoke so much you're on the outside of the atmosphere and without the facade I would describe our place, that place, the same. We've become drugs, personal choices, chase it with a beer, move a little closer. The current function of adoring affections, affecting a desirable infection. We've become a cure to the disease.. The over thinking, compensating, secret place next to the heart, exposed and getting wasted. So wasted on each other. A couple of junkies kissing for a fix of one another's soul confidence.