Silver

Does this drug
Dig like a highway
Into your skin
Like a needle
And the sensation
Like imagination
And the illusion
Of your eyes

As I often
Look for something
Familiar in your eyes
This humble heart
This humble soul
An illusion
This love is confided
In the song

Does this exist?
Do the drugs
Smell like perfume?
Is there a high in me?
All I know
And all I want
Is to get back to you