Addict.

My brain is liquified;

I like the taste of Riesling in the afternoon
take that as you will
I'm a lush waiting to happen.
Let it breathe for a night
so its taste is sour on my tongue,
the fumes ready to burn;

then I'm ready to tell you
you're the best I've ever had
because my mind works in cliches
too paranoid to deviate from the standard format.

when the bottle is half gone
I'll tell you you're all I need.

I say the sweet words in a little girl's voice;
fuzzy lips wish you would just fuck me.
I never stopped being a slut, just changed the song's tune
to monogamy and ivory.

if I told you, you'd ask who'd want me.
I'd say no one, sweetheart, just you.
I'm selling the wares but no one's buying the goods.

then we're all drunk up and dry;
I could tell you that I fantasize
about when sex never meant love
before you became the only thing that I had;
that I twist at night, slick with the thought of getting stoned
but I'm a good girl now; only you could buy that.