A/N: I don't own Boys Like Girls or Heroes. This is my first Heroes fic, so please tell me what you think!

Found my way to the highway

I don't want to tell you the state I'm in

I've had too much to smoke too much to drink

Where have I been?

Simone. It seemed that no matter what he did, where he went, or how much he justified his actions to himself, she was still all he thought about. Here he was, in some alley in New York, clutching his fresh supply of heroin, and all he heard was her voice in his head.

I feel like the stars are getting closer and the sky is closing in

And I don't know where to begin

They were all that was keeping him sane, he thought, her and the drugs. Simone's voice echoed in his head, "You can't have both, Isaac. You can't have both."

We're all looking for something to take away the pain

Me and you and my medication (Making the best of it)

Love is just a chemical creation (Will it be permanent?)

Synthetic sensation

Me, you, and my medication

The way back to the right track

Maybe you can help me find the door

Is it too much to ask?

Too much too fast?

Too much to ignore?

Peter. Of course she'd thought about it, about him. But she had Isaac. Or did she, she thought. He'd said he loved her and she knew he did. But was it enough. He always promised that he'd give up the drugs, but he never could. It made her wonder: which was more important to him: her or his addiction?

But Peter… she could talk to him, trust him; but could she love him?

It feels like your body's getting closer

But you seem so far away

Medicine make it okay

"What Nathan said, it isn't true. I didn't try to kill myself."

She looked at him, his face half covered by his wet hair.

Isaac's face flashed before her eyes, but she pushed him out of her mind as Peter leaned in to kiss her.

"I know."

We're all looking for someone to take away the pain.

Me and you and my medication (Making the best of it)

Love is just a chemical creation (Will it be permanent?)

Synthetic sensation

Me, you, and my medication

"Isaac? Isaac!" Her eyes swept over his loft, searching for him. "Isaac, where are you?"

"Simone." She turned, seeing Peter kneeling beside Isaac's unmoving form.

"Oh, God," she whispered.

So can you feel it, do you feel it coming down?

You gotta get up, can you get up of the ground?

Can you hear it, can you hear me screaming?

Can you feel it, do you feel it coming down?

You gotta get up, can you get up of the ground?

I wanna hear it, wanna hear you breathing.

We're all addicted to something that takes away the pain