Max . Well, kind of. It's like, you're a kid in a candy store. You live the taste of me, the high I make you feel, but eventually the high goes away. I love you the way poets talk about love. Like you're the last tank of oxygen on earth and I can't breathe. I don't mean to sound selfish, but I always want you to myself. You're everything I need, but that's not what I am to you.