with your ooey gooy molten center and your ranges of frilly frosting, you tempt me so...
But you have hurt me before, oh yes-
for though you taste so good, you do not go down easy,
and all the adrenaline I mistook for love melts away and leaves me empty after...
Yet, I return to you, time and time again, lulled by your sweet promises...when will I ever learn you are
no more than a sugar rush?