An enigma to the mind and to the body
No Polaroid, just fresh thoughts and stale ink.
The wolf isn't just my friend, honey
He's the lover that causes me to sink.

You're not one for what they call "planning"
You go about the world day-to-day.
An airplane without clear landing
Igniting fire and damage in your wake.

Snapping all the rules to my life
I call the shots, you drink 'em.
Shooting arrows at my lifeline
*I can't cleanse you from my system.