Knowing her was like a shot of a drug
That simply and slowly wore off

That high that came from - somewhere
She didn't know how to maintain

and I didn't know how to relight it
Because she never showed me her fuse

  (momentarily)

But it left her thinking that she knew me
Thought she saw the spark, and had one or two

Thought she saw her weakness
Mirrored in my strengths

Her with burnt fingers, singed eyelashes
How to go forward, not sure what she saw

That moment when she opened up
And I came straight through her door

  (moratorium)

Knowing her was like a shot of a drug
That simply and slowly wore off

12/9/24