always tried to shoot me down.
That's the sound of my past
(always a dangerous trend).
So don't kiss me, unless you mean it.
Three twenty-three a.m. and thirteen seconds...
(a time remembered most).
That began my falling, over her.
Carried along with purse, was a temper
(like the forefront of a minefield).
Ready to go off at any given time.
Well I like you, but could go off you
(so I did five times before it stuck).
That's why five is still my favorite number
after all these years.