I’m thinking and re-thinking.
And I miss the way you bored me;
and I hate that you are probably so happy
with another little Miss-So-Simple!
And I am diving in oceans of Prozak,
digging in our past for typos,
’cause I start forgetting what I wanted
and why I’m thinking what I’m thinking.
And I’m looking for the absolute of meanings,
even though it’s me who gave up living;
but you know what’s 42 and where it’s leading,
by heart, by nature and by no-fuck-giving.
… And I miss the way you bored me.