After a long lucid summer healing

After a long lucid summer healing
I met her head on, but I had my eyes closed
And beneath it all I was still squealing
She’d have none of my cranky antics
I tried to stand my ground but she was all to appealing
Three times she left me for cold
And three times I raised my debt ceiling
I gave her flowers which she happily ate
I ate her words like the gospel and found myself kneeling
At her doorstep laughing like a mad man
Whispering the growing story of us almost
Freewheeling
Time and again she pulled me to my feet
Pushed me towards my absolute ceiling
With her vanilla flavored chop sticks