I've got a jones deep in my soul
The kind that lingers long after you're gone

The pillow where you lay still holds your scent
The sheets that barely covered 
your mahogany frame are still crumpled
A late night of heat...passion...love
Sweet talks, whispered voices of intimacy
My jones, your jones, we become one
In that moment where time stands still

We arise to chaos, the day anew
We argue, we fight
Trying to get it right
We love, we hate the jones within

It captures, it holds, it lingers
Deep in our souls