Like Vicodin | 10 December 2021

Have you ever been someone's vicodin?
They hurt and you make it stop. 
She was meant to take you for a moment - 
just until she could walk again, 
but you feel too good to be true. 
She doesn't do drugs - Not like you. 
You should have warned her 
they'll open the gate the devil comes through.  

She knows she can pop a text like a pill 
and go somewhere she never wants to leave. 
You feel as good helping as she feels helped. 
But deep down you really feel good being needed. 

She can't get rid of you. You get her high, 
but not as high as you knowing she can't leave you. 
Her eyes light up when she sees you 
and casts a shadow big enough to hide 
the horns holding up my black halo. 

Head in the clouds and heart in heaven, 
you forget you're slowly killing her. 
You're not taking away her pain. 
You're holding her hostage with it. 
The pain is still there, 
a sword of Damecles, 
and you're holding the rope. 

Then you finally slip. 
Now she's gone. 
You got your wish 
and took her pain away. 
But the only place to put it 
is in the space she left 
behind in your heart. 
you're the one who hurts now. 
Too bad she took all your vicodin with her.