Obsessed

You've taken me
And used me as your Xanax
Crushed me up
And used me
The addiction is strong
Raging and in pain
Taken me kicking and screaming
To the edge of the cliff
Where you changed your mind
And helped me back up
I believed you when you said you didn't mean it
But when I want to open my eyes,
Free from the harsh stripping winds untamed
I can see through the oxygen
You can burn it with flame
You craft a disguise and a reason why
I can't let go of the situation
But I've come to realize through your lies

That you can't let go of the smoking gun

Bang!

An assertive sound tears through the air
An alertness bounds and cries, and I?
I'm holding on again, to the edge of the rock
Cold snow drifting, my cold hair whipping my face
I try to scream but I can barely talk

If I pull myself up, will I be able to walk?
A better question is, will you be by my side,
Or will I be left behind?
And will my hands still be tied?

I grew up in a pile of burning rubble
You grew up in an illusionist bubble
You left yours and you've glimpsed mine
A deep, cold shaft in an ancient asbestos mine

Your streams of consciousness flow ever so smoothly
As our eyes meet and see beyond

The illusion we crave from behind the grave
Is now gone.