<i>ded. to my ex</i> i'm an after-taste waitin' in ambush against your tongue; a mouth of memories, trigger'd everytime you sound the vowels in my name; a soul summon, beat against the roof of your mouth; an amputated drum head, you conjure our past through when you've travel'd nomadic through relationships; a gypsy searchin' for an emotional oasis. you conjure the medicine man.. hopin' he can hoodoo me back to you. you call him through tears, trailin' cheek bones exhaustin' themselves at your chin, before they beat the cushion your arms weigh flat against your breasts. you hold the past like that. hard to let go once addiction sets in now, you wrestle my halogram in your wetdreams. that's when you become "mysterious caller"; the silence on the other end of the line, feedin' off my voice like sound through acoustic tile. you hold the past like that. hard to let go once addiction sets in & now it's clear, that i'm your only fix. you should've learn'd that long ago/ them other ****** can't fix your high when I was your wings that kept you in flight, black butterfly.. took you through the thermosphere, made you an exospheric constellation, who every evening swallows the sun, lodged in her throat when she yawns at the sight of the moon. them other ****** ain't fixin' your high, like i do. now it's clear, that I'm your only fix. so, you conjure the medicine man.. hopin' he can hoodoo me back to you. you cry til your eyes dry.. still callin.. still callin..