Oooh you're a naughty mess

crack crack crack you control me/ you compel me/ beyond any degree of control you compel you/ you entice me so i shuffle my way down to the high street and spend money on you i cannot afford/ once you are in my cheek i am ecstatic/ i get you home and although it would be profitable to do so i cannot wait/ even if i have just vomited and i have corrupt saliva hanging from my bottom lip i will still raise the pipe to my lips and smoke you/ and then oh sweet jesus, the divine, beautiful pleasure/ but i suppose anything so divine cannot be granted man for anything more than an instant/ and then how i pay/ paranoia, self-reproach, edginess, and on and on and on till i drown these terrible feelings in cheap, toxic booze, to wake the next morning terrified at myself and the world, till i'm up and plotting once more...