Your Prozac by design.
Your serotonin filled euphoric dream, brought on by feelings of ecstasy.
Do I make you tremor?
Send electricity through your veins?
Do I balance you or are you just the same?
Sorry I didn't lighten your mood?
Need to up your dosage? Not one, but two?
Be careful, I'm addictive.
So confine me to your lips.
I'll sign the prescript for your parasitic addiction.
What am I not enough?
Here's a pill too hard to swallow.
I'm no longer your happy pill.
Sorry, that must be rough.