Too Much
Dizzy
Dizzy
Too much
Too much
Everything was a drug
Everything was too much
But you had to have it
I always wanted it
We had a respect for each other
No judgment of each other
No comments
Just bliss
Like sex through a shot glass
Like sex through a syringe
It was a site
It was a dream
It was like it never happened
I wanted it to happen over and over
So I could remember it
And when I did it was the opposite
Now I am left to my thoughts
Myself and no one else
For the rest of my life
Why couldn’t I have wanted less?
