You popped up when my life was complicated.
Instead of the spirit of depression, your spirit followed me around.
I needed you
Just like three meals a day;

HardBop for Breakfast,

Fusion for Lunch,

Ragtime for a mini snack,

Swing for an evening meal,

Dixieland for a midnight party.

At the time, I never knew you were there.
I just knew it was okay for my soul to hurt.
It was okay to be ******* up and to never be perfect.
You weren't perfect.
Both of our messes collided with each other and it fit.