Into my life, she came back for a reason,
A reason, give me a reason why, anything,
A good goddamn reason why she came right back,
As we fell right back, into old routines, our old adrenaline shot of love, minus the pain,
Like good sex never felt so good without her.
What the fuck, man,
She came back and now she’s leaving again,
Her reluctance, against her will, she will depart, soon enough, as we lose each other all over again,
Just as we fell back in love,
She came back and now she’s already gone.
Some other bum’s mum, a lesser of a man,
Lacks her heart when I am overstocked with it,
Drowning in her love and not a care in the world,
Besides that thought lingering behind my neck,
Saying she came back but we know she’s already gone again.
Do we, though? Do we really know?
Do we really know if she’s gone gone?
Or is she only gonna be gone until the day she comes back?
Will she come back again? Will she be ready for me?
Will I be ready to take her hand and never let it go the way i have to once more?
I thought I was freed from this torment of love,
But I never was freed, and then she came back,
And it’s like… really fucking perfect,
Yet somehow really shitty knowing how perfect it is,
And it’s perfect timing for her to come back,
Just as she’s about to leave again.
Fuck it.