Maybe I’m becoming someone who’s strung out on you
I surely need some more
I need many shots of you or else I will go mad
I want you in the morning, noon and when I go to bed

I try not to suffocate you when I coat you with
a zillion kisses
Am I too possessive for stealing you for me?
I know I’ m jealous and still I deny it willingly

Tell me, could I be mistaken
about me living solely on your company?

I pour out here now
my deepest sorrow
for being a fool who
sees no tomorrow

I lost count of all the times you told me tenderly
“We are forever”

Truth is I have always known our history by heart
You agree with me that it’s no fun when we’re apart

Tell me, could I be mistaken?

C.K.³