?Parody Prophet?

I'm getting high in low places.
Loved you once,
Still clutching traces.
Spaces between you and I
Seem safer.
Wrote it on a thousand 
Scraps of paper.
Escape her if Icould.
Would but I won't.
Don't you dare assume, resume 
Your parody,
I'm too busy living
Hazoudously,
the bad in me
Free to roam, since then,
I no longer breath alone.