You appear without warning every few months.
The chemistry’s still there—that supremely disappoints.

I thought I moved on, resolved to challenge myself,
set higher love standards.

You’re still a listless guitar man. I’m the same high-energy
girl-woman looking for a happy ending. But those vibes take over.

It worked better years ago when youth’s path seemed endless.
Wrong turns could be easily fixed. Now I feel stuck, so trapped,

until I open my eyes. What relief! But please go away for good.
I no longer want to see you in my dreams.