Antisipation has a habit to set you up…

Excited anxiety, as it touches my lips,

drained it dry when I was meant to sip,

such nostalgic nirvana, now I’m free,

I was blind to this feeling but now I see.

Next night, again I drain it dry,

but i don’t feel the same high,

I take another…

and another…

and another…

but no.

Reminiscent rendition of my first time,

but it just wasn’t the same,

take more doses and i won’t ask why,

’cause now i understand this game,

tolerances get higher, but i don’t

ever since i first walked the line,

I could try for the rest of my life,

but I’ll never top my first time.