(a scenario based on the song one more time by the cure)
feels like candy bowl on my chest,
you're taking until the last is left.
it's a promise of the last shot of dope,
next time leaving it and be gone.
feels like a last bite of caramel cake
that your grandma used to make.
it's a taste of sweet hot chocolate
or an early morning coffee.
feels like freedom, a late night sleep
with another body holding you near.
it's a kiss with flavour of honey
or a clear blue sky that's sunny.
i used to think that i'll have it all
but i ran out of this dope.
i used to think she'll always be home
but she's nowhere i roam.
i get down on my knees,
begging for the last effect of weed,
for the last candy in the bowl
that i lost and deepened the hole.
if i ever see you one more time
up the mountain i could climb.
will you give it to me one more time?
one more connection tonight.
then i'll never eat sweets,
i'll stop my heart, i'll cut the beats.
until there is another time,
the last and only one more time.
