I could liken you to a werewolf, the way you left me for dead,
But I admit that I provided a full moon.
And I could liken you to a shark, the way you bit off my head,
But then again, I was waving around a bleeding open wound.
But you were such a super guy ’til the second you get a whiff of me;
We’re like a wishing well and a bolt of electricity.
But we can still support each other, all we gotta do is avoid each other.
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key.”
“Werewolf" by Fiona Apple, from The Idler Wheel…