I am what I say you are. An addict.

When all is said and done,
When she calls, you run,
Like an addict to his box of cigarettes.
What debris you leave behind,
The driftwood from the pine,
You leave the tide to sweep me away.
You bandaged and braced the broken heart left in her place,
And like a horse ran to your finish line.
Like an alkie you will drown,
Like a body for the ground,
Like an addict to his box of cigarettes.

Miracles it seems
All your hopes and all your dreams
Only true for those who are beautiful.
So push me to the ground
Tie me up so I am bound
And burn me for your fires kindling.
Let me light your way
As you crawl to her again
You are one of those blessed and beautiful.
Like a forest I shall burn
I will never have my turn
Like a fire to a box of cigarettes