Like an alchemist, allow me to separate water from dirt,
I'm gonna be honest here, so please forgive me if this hurts.

She thought I cheated, so she cheated in revenge,
She thought I lied so she kept her secrets like Stone Henge.

"I know what you think of fate," she said to me,
Then she quoted some other man's philosophy.

She said she wanted to talk, then recited season 2 of Dawson's Creek,
I lost my temper and cursed her, then apologized for a straight week.

I knew for sure when she had me collect her, drunk, from that house,
She thought me *****-whipped, but I was a loyal dog, quiet as a mouse.

She said to me, "Here, talk to my boyfriend,"
Then she laughed and handed the phone to him.

A panicked hour I drove to rescue her from drugs and beer,
Only to be stopped at the door with, "Jason, don't come in here!"

He tipped her, stumbling, out the door, then said, snotty and crude,
"Take her, we're done with the *****." Man, I wanted to punch that dude.

I lay daily in a pathetic puddle of tears and teenage despair,
I sought only her voice, her friendship, maybe some form of repair.