Inside your apartment you bit back tears when we said goodbye.
When I left, I don’t think I ever felt so high.
The idea that I could mean so much to someone was something of a surprise,
still not sure if it was genuine or the world’s greatest lie.
And I’ve lost sleep for a night or two trying to figure the answer out,
so many twisted theories whizzed through my head that I done lost count.
For a week straight I listened to Don’t Speak by No Doubt
hoping Gwen’s voice could cure this bout
remember back in December, my moment of rashness?
in retrospect it was rather reckless,
but I was tired of fucking bitches in backless dresses
and your vibe was different, like a Lioness playing tetris
like a Tigress roaming Texas or a Platypus eating chex-mix..
the High Priestess left me breathless.