The Ex-Girlfriend I Wish I Had

She gets out of bed before I do because she hates to waste time
Still wants to fuck before leaving, it starts her day off just right
Reading more than she lets on, she is incredibly sharp
Misses me when we are together, but not when we are apart
Always dressed in favor of comfort, but sexy underneath
An acquired flavor to everyone; sour with a touch of sweet
Her greatest weapon - the sting of her tongue, all that comes from her lips
It can be her words that disarm you, or the slick sway of her hips
I feel like I’ll need her forever, but know that it will never last
Her fury burns to the core of me, so to keep up I have to act fast
She gets bored way too easily and is always on the go
In keeping her attention I have to bring new acts to my show

The love that she shows is all but skin deep
It’s addicting, it's demanding; it’s rough and it's brutal
It hurts and it scars, nearly too much for a mere mortal
It’s impulsive and raw, almost a deep hunger
It feeds into me and fuels my own sick desire
I touch, I taste, I breathe in her scent
I’d tell you my thoughts but I can’t find where they went
With her it’s just sex, only a physical need
It’s an ache that is primal and comes out of greed
I know there’s none better despite where I’d look
In her I’m addicted, a slave who is hooked

The end that will come will be a great war
The passion in her will cut and will scar
I’ll try to explain a tattoo or a song that moves me
To someone new who looks up to and loves me
We both will move on to the rest of our lives
But we’ll think back on us and recall being alive