Poison in a Pretty Swirl

Eh. Eyes red, jaw tight, teeth grinding. Chasing you again.

Same block, same timing. You in that red dress, but I see

white lines. You taste like last night, burning up my mind.

You sit on my tongue and you run through my veins. Heart jump,

hands numb, and you dance on my pain. You bad news, baby,

still I buzz your phone. You say, "come see me" now I'm far

from home. You my drug, my demon, my girl. You my poison

in a pretty little swirl. I keep falling every time that we touch.