There’s a place in my mind I don’t go. I moved states, moved on, got away. And I know that you knew that I loved you, with every beat of my heroin heart.

There’s a room in my heart I don’t visit. You decided to stay, not get away and soon enough you passed away. And I know that you knew I could feel it, the loving embrace from your shattered soul leaving this place.

Now my heroin heart is pure as glimmerin’ ice. I’m the ice queen, eating ice cream, while your heroin heart died staying dope, young and wild.