I'll Take You Intravenously

I'm addicted to the thought of you,
addicted to the thought of who you could become.
I'm in love with love or the thought of love
and I want to love like I have loved and you have loved before.
I'm a fish on a baited hook and you're reeling me in, Honey.
You're pulling me against the current, Darling,
but I can't turn away from the spinning, swirling, swimming lure.
I need to, but don't want to find a cure for this disease.
For this sickness that you've given me.
Please, please, please don't tell me it's pretend.
I'm done with make believe, but I want a fairytale end.
The pink in my cheeks bleeds out for you
as I try so desperately to hide my desperate attempts
to keep you wanting more of me.
To make you forget about before so desperately
that you don't want to remember your past.
The bones dancing in your past.
The skeletons hanging in your past.
You have the last say in how you end your fight.
Round one, the bell rings.
The fight's begun.
No holds bar from here on out.
Don't cower, don't run. Kill all fear, kill all doubt.
Kill whatever it is that scares you white
like ghost from our past that you're too scared to fight.
Falter ever so slightly and fall to a tulmultuous end.
The noose around your neck won't bend 'til it breaks.
It won't save you from your mistakes.
It won't send you to your garden of eden.
Your garden is here.
The time is now.
The buds are in bloom,
just water them down with self-assurance and confidence in your blood
and wait to see the orchids open up.
There's beauty in their blossoms.
Let there be no interruptions.
Close the door and lock it.
Keep your gun in your pocket.
Don't lose the quickdraw.
10 steps, turn around,
pull the trigger, bring me down.