Only when my eyes close do i see her face,
only through hope can i attempt to replace,
lonely i'm solely judging my pluses,
can't forget the hurt she discusses,
almost disgustin cause it's been over a year,
since a Francine look a like last came here,
no matter all the beauty that others have,
what you did to me could never be anothers wrath,
only through one blondes path was i finally,
moving on from a past deteriorating me spinally,
now all the images of her create a rivalry,
you called me crazy, crazy about you might i be,
if only an essence could point the right way,
i would be writing much happier today,
instead of some pain pumped up to my brain,
i'd be smoking 6 blunts and sipping champagne.