Just now honey.

You just think now is important, your party life.
Never going to be another now, right?
Oh no you´ll lose your chance at the moment honey.
Reduced to a mannequin, nay a crash test dummy.(Left in storage with the rest of the crap)
You just think everything should be given now like a fable.
Every flavour available, every sensation possible.
Until you´ve nothing left.
Dull days of hangovers and withdrawals just bereft.
Finger down your throat, denial well fitting.
A nuke across your brains once thriving dopamine city.
Zombie sundays hungry and weak.
Slow reactions to midweek.
Hands will tremble when the minds so noisy.
Then back to sweet ambrosia slash torturous poison.
Each time the recovery eats more out of you, a growing crater.
So worried about now but the impact comes later.