Im addicted to the little things
Like the way your eyes glimmer in the sun
And the way you make me feel like i dont have to run
Im addicted to ways you make me feel insane
And the times you made me feel like there was a rope wrapped around my brain
Im addicted to the way your hand curls into a fist
And the way that you aim, making sure youll never miss
The way your words made me feel insecure
All i wanted was your love, that i know for sure
The endorphins in my brain are higher when your around
Maybe thats why when you are near i dont make a sound
I know better than to speak
Because you are so strong and i am so weak
Your hands are so much bigger than mine
It only takes one hand for your hand and my neck to become innertwined
Im addicted to the little things
Things i havent quite figured out yet
Things that i just really dont get
How can someone become addicted to the pain they endure
How does someone fall so low that it leaves then wanting more
How do i end this vicious cycle
How do i remind myself that im not something that should get recycled
