(i'm wearing you) an addiction

a stretch the length of lips
wrapped 'round in yr sheets' music
consider something other than a statistic
to voice hearts breaking in yr head

i've been mad about since the day you were born
didn't know that then your eyes' slow winter frightens
i'll make myself scarce in and through them
my conveyor belt tongue sends flowers

when i weep you it's simply i don't know
always positive i'm not sure how to turn you off
i'm wearing you an addiction that smokes
through my pores taste it