When i was young and o so vain i met a girl called mary jane.
Dressed in swirls and midnight sweats we climbed the mountains of regrets.
And at the top to my surprise, sitting there before my eyes.
Was mary jane still in swirls, awaiting with her bag of pearls.
years did pass in yonder skies, and days would last until sunrise.
Fortunes made and spent on wine, on wanton lust, and things of fine.
Alas its time to say goodbye, an uncut sapphire leaves my eye.
The memories of her, good and bad, some times happy, sometimes sad.
I will miss your happy heart, and will long again your tender kiss
Your gentle touch upon my mask, leaving fragile trails of pain,
My gentle love, my mary jane.