You dragged yourself along Trudging your feet And squinting in The sunlight, You laughed at the way We interlace our fingers, And how it seemed different This time.
Your pupils widened And you smiled at me, Sitting in my car In a gas station parking lot I felt gloom and Your bumbling fingers On me Made my skin crawl.
'Twas not fair of me Substance altered your filter And out slipped the truth In that state I felt You slipping away from me I wanted to please you The passion I harbor For you Sways my moods Like a willow tree, *Je t'aime Je t'aime Je t'aime.