Did you even miss my touch when we parted ways, or did you have somebody else waiting when we said what we both had to say.

Was there a reason for your unreasoning,

Or did you just want to be free, and bath in the lust of which you now breathe, Broken down by endless alcoholic nights just to have it felt food at the end of the night,

Good as it may felt, a sleaze is what you are now.