I dipped down from atop my hill
Down to that den, a liqour still
I sat there young and curious
You are that memory making me furious
That day I sank into that chair
I attracted you with black, even showing in my hair
They pulled me into that room, on the bed
Just like back then, I was too young in head
I tried to replace him with you
I guess you just didn’t know and decided not to
We were both still a child
We could have laid in a little love, mild