the intoxication of her, and the feeling of the fur of our shared blanket
with your absence in the air, my life doesnt seem fair
the scent of your purfume is blissful, and even with the headache its so beautiful
and even with the heartache, i still miss you, but i cant help but diss you
with the feeling of pain, there will always come more vain
was it really real? did i really feel?
did i really feel your head between my thighs, with your reflection in my eyes
was it a hallucination, or were we ever even in love?
