After all this time,
And I don’t know why your happiness makes me so sad.
It’s like the madness was peace with you.
For a minute, our scales didn’t have to be broken.
Or maybe yours was and I loved you for that.
I can’t tell why you’re still on my mind,
Or why I write for you when you’re lost to me,
Like a penny in a swimming pool.
You are my favorite kind of kryptonite.