Two bottles of Saint and Sinners wine
I missed the train, but hey, ain't that divine
My friend Joe's got his truck, he's right on time
A can of Busch in the console at his side
Picked up Melissa at some bar on Dundas Street
Went to the Cameron and you drank too much it seemed
Might have been all that dingy alley weed
Didn't notice when you got up to leave
Held back your hair
Dropped you off at your porch and left you there
I know it stings but if only you could see
That when you met me I wasn't who I seemed Barely conscious and dancing lucidly
To some cover band killing Bruce Springsteen
You said you never were this way with other guys
But I was manic and didn't mind the lie
Your friend was put off, well maybe she was right
Maybe she saw the madness in my eyes
What you might not know
A couple weeks after we made out at that show
I thought you were an angel I could talk to in the shower
Covering myself in soap under the hospital cameras
Posing in the raw like an ancient God
I thought I was God, I really thought I was God
And you probably liked the confidence I emitted
Or how I kissed you on the floor in the Horseshoe's basement
I thought you were a shapeshifter, I was totally lifted
Saw a million women in you every time we connected
You were a phantom were a spirit I was holy high
And I fell asleep beneath you buried in your thighs
You blew smoke rings in your bedroom from a wooden pipe
I drifted off completely I was holy high
I was bushed, and I was batty, in a different place
I was convinced I was cemented in a sacred space
But when the medicine kicked in, it cut the light from my face And we haven't spoken since
So if you hear this, I hope you understand
I was a very ill and very disturbed man
The time we had was a farce, a sleight of hand
Dancing wildly to that Springsteen cover band
But if there's parts of you that years later still ache
Just know you made me wild and kept me safe
I hope that now you're in a better place
In a better place, you're in a better place like I am