Of Cat And Monkey (1)

i used to call her Cat.

We met when we're both committed, we spoke through the days and nights... dazed and delighted.

i knew i wanted her, she was in doubt,
we lived miles away, separated by clouds
months passed and shit happened,
we're both single then, the skies brightened
we took the plunge, we soared and dove
terrified and ecstatic, i fell in love
She was my muse, made me want to write
She was the spark i needed to ignite
My fears multiplied, but i tried to fight
She sensed both my bumbling might and fright,
She straightened me up, softened me down
And fuck, i vowed then i would never make her frown

i used to call her My Cat.

Those months we were together, i pulled my shit tight
planned to go back to a home i thought i'd never find
bought a ticke...