I was sitting on the subway
    Drunk
And in love
With somebody else.

Until I smelled your cologne on a stranger
And every good moment we had came rushing back.
Like a sickness, your doctors are sure you are cured of
But you are convinced you still have.

Hypochondriac.
That’s me,
With you.
You won’t leave,
Even when you have.

Even when it’s been years
and I have moved on
and I am happy now

But Jimmy Choo on anyone else
Makes me sick
With an illness
Lovesick and nauseous.

I’m drunk,
   and in love with someone else.
But this subway is another place
I will never go again without thinking of you.