It started as a bout of depression As I woke up in my bed that only contained one pillow A Valentine's Day that I have seemed to have forgotten As I started to ******* to pictures of my exes Picturing them in their vulnerable nakedness In a previous life in a previous time
Dreary Day is what it seemed to me, D-Day What I would have given to have a German shoot at me And give me a jolted reminder of why I stay alive Just go through the days and go through the motions Make breakfast, eat, Netflix, make lunch, eat, Netflix, make dinner, eat- Wait!
"Come to my anti-Valentines Day party... It'll be fun!" I thought that it'd be easier not to go Just stay home and stay in the cycle Then again, all of my exes had boyfriends and they are happy How dare they get to be happy while I am not! I'll show them, I'll throw a big ******* on the day they so cherish!
I go to the party and get drunk quite quickly on the wine and beer Then you came in, an angelic being among the party stoners You come up to me quickly, since I am the most attractive person here And grab my hand to shake and you tell me your name That voice sounded oddly familiar in a sense, it was arousing And that hair, and that body, and your initial passions that you express
Yes! You were perfect! We were both a bit drunk Got ***** as hell quite quickly and took off to a private suite On one of the stoners beds and made love so sweetly So tenderly that it was literally quite difficult for me to finish Or that could have been the alcohol Regardless though those were the events of that day
It is interesting to see how things change over time How we are no longer just a fling, just an illusion in our heads But our own people as we are now one And as I look at you and get ready to continue my life And you get ready to continue yours, there is no doubt about one thing That everything from that day forth was better than the day I met you.