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.