Ms. ???

Sitting with death lit upon my curbside, peering through the streetlamps
I find myself forever in this sleep trance
I can feel winter on me, her or the slow sting of death
Maybe that's just me exhaling inebriated breaths
She hasn't spoke with me in four seasons
I'm beginning to see I'm always waiting for the caress of her features
She's something I fiend for
Constantly begging her to come back to me, feeling so bad for leaving her
I greed for her, her nickname for us was the Two Angry Beavers
Eating her up! Lickety-SPLIT... afterwards with my head in her chest . Telling
her how I'm in desperate need of her
Apologizing for cheating her,
though she already knows the other women are silhouettes
Whispering to me that after finding me she's never found a realer nigga yet
Saying it must be those stereotypical cigarettes
I'm sorry love, I promised I'd quit when you came back... I just couldn't feel you yet
Her reassurances are like lyre string requiems on my eardrum sets
Soothing the beast within, yes I swear I've been faithfully celibate
I know that you revel in the fact that I love you more with each retrace of steps
I love how you stress, I thrive on it Miss Depress...
When I think everyone else has left, you always seem to abound
When nothing seems safe and sound, you always demand my attention kept
I can't front on you for that especially when all else fails
And you're the only one that will let me feel the heartbeat in your chest
I know you said those women would leave and forget me, I couldn't believe they left
Baby you were right again, I'm sorry for breaking our vow to love affair 'til death
It won't happen again .
I'm glad to have you back again .