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Rated: 13+ · Lyrics · Relationship · #1769797
Love can be like a drug high...unfortunately, the come down can be like a drug, too.
I'd always thought I'd seen it all, I thought I'd seen everything.
When I was down on the ground, I'd get high with the birds that sing.
I've fried my brain alone before, and in company of kings;
in the morning, hung-over in bed, lying next to the queen.

But my world is gone, I'm dark now, I don't know where I should go.
My heart is weak, my mind is numb - all I have left is my soul.
Then suddenly you are here with me - a ray of holy light.
Saved me from the state I'm in, rescued from the pull of the night.

Now I carry you within me,
your shining light is all I see.
When I'm weak you are by my side,
your love is like the perfect high.
All I need is you and your love;
won't ever need another drug.
Won't matter if I don't get by
'cause your love is like the perfect high.

Even though these cravings will always persist, I will prevail.
I'm no longer blinded, no longer hindered by this dark veil.
Still, I wonder if I'll e’er be able to continue on.
And when I'm alone without you, I pray that it won't last long.

When you are standing here with me
I know what life can truly mean,
and I no longer have to hide.
Your love is like the perfect high.
I fear the day I come back down,
plummeting back down to the ground.
‘Cause like the way I watch life go by,
I waste away this perfect high.

Once, long ago, you were here with me, a ray of holy light.
You saved me from this world, but now you're gone - I begin to cry.
It's dark now, my whole world has left, I wish I knew where to go.
My heart is frozen, my brain is long dead - no hope for my soul.

I used to carry you with me,
now a big hole is all I see.
Left me with your ticket to ride,
just like a fleeting, perfect high.

Painful scars, dull razor blades, and memories on bloodstained glass
are now dull and shattered, like the remains of my fractured past.
Instruments of my personal hell now fill my hands today.
They are all that's left now, 'cause my perfect high has gone away.
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