Recycled

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