In Love with Another Mistress
Ive been on the move so long, I don't know what rest means
My jeans are so worn, that my knees remain bear for all to see
The steps to my home are faded from the winter months as I remember
It is odd feeling this nervousness before my own abode
I held you on those steps, hands clasped tightly together
Do you remember that nervous kiss before those timeless stars
I can remember wondering how many lovers have stared at those same stars
Feeling comfortably mortal and understandably transient before them
Still
I ran away that october day scared of what you would think when you found out
Fire running through my veins, in love with another mistress of destruction
Her name was cocaine, her name was addiction
I had your photo in my frayed wallet, held it every single day praying
Even though I didn't believe in god, I still believed in you
Gazing out that window, waiting for me to come and save us
from the loneliness of our own broken hearted ways
It had been so long since I looked you in those brisk blue eyes
Your pain etched around your eyes and anger clenched between your fits
My frail body swaying in the wind on top those fading concrete steps
My hand Stretched out in desperate condolence for your lost years
I trembled like I did before, all those years ago, ailing in body and soul
Head bowed in defeat, life weighting on feeble shoulders
Hands in my hair, firm and loving, holding me up before the strengths of time
Love never died between those years of trying to run from evanesce
Still
I ran away that october day scared of what you would think when you found out
Fire running through my veins, in love with another mistress of destruction
Her name was cocaine, her name was addiction
Salvation I found in those arms, forgiveness in those stern bright eyes
You picked me up that day, feed me, and reminded me why I came back
But I will never become clean and I will never stay for too long
I will break you heart again when I once again run for you
I ran away that october day scared of what you would think when you found out
Fire running through my veins, in love with another mistress of destruction
Her name was cocaine, her name was addiction
I returned a torn and broken man, only to rejoin the long road, back to her
In love with another mistress. Her name was cocaine. Her name was addiction.
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