i gasped as the thought of you hit me once again
without warning, i need to confront your chilling face
a single thought, brought on by the breeze
there i sat, legs crossed, pain in sight

good thing that bottle was near by
i served myself another dose of cure-all
but it only lingers, perhaps as long as you did
makes the room spin, like when we danced

perfect appearance, just right
smooth, flowing, a dash of color
slender, compelling, the right amount
are we still talking about you?

good thing that bottle was near by
i served myself another dose of cure-all