Izzy = Cocaine

A poem from five years ago. From when I was married and afraid to admit I’d relapsed.

I don't know how to tell you that Izzy has came back, my dear

She whispers things in my ear

And tells me she's so sorry I'm in pain,

And reminds me of those beautiful times, when we kissed in the rain

She looks me in the eyes, and tells me she just wanted to see me again

Take me on a ride to get away for a moment, just like old times

But the old times to remi…