Love Junkies

Love junkies we were. We'd do anything for the high. Our clothes were interwoven, and we'd get tangled in our lies. "Sinners!", they would call us. They'd look at us and judge. But what good would it do them? We were hooked, and wouldn't budge. Confusion rang clear, weighed heavy in our minds. Should this be forbidden? We sought answers we couldn't find. Where did we belong? Some of us will never know. We're stuck inside each others' hearts, with no where else to go. A coven is what we'd become. A cult, a pack, a band. The love we shared was infinite. Every hit was grand.