I used to miss you – your face, eyes, and brain,
Our almost future, our petit château.
I missed you, until you drove me insane.
You locked me up in a portfolio,
And you tried to preserve my memory.
You missed me, you missed me, beaucoup, beaucoup –
I was an essential accessory.
“I need you, I need you, oh vous, oh vous!”
“Don’t you leave me, do come back, s’il vous plaît!”
You clung and you stuck, you filled me with dread.
You wrote for me, in lackluster français.
You came from all sides, left nothing unsaid,
Played my guilt like strings, your marionette,
Still trying to fight this damn minuet.