Secret Mission

I once knew a woman,
she put a curse on me that eventually came true
She was a head on wreck,
on a mystic ride (you know the kind)
— among the visions and the ruins
She was my unsuspecting secret mission
Leftover passion and desire — they only deepen the wound
But you must admit that the pain is sweet
It makes you howl at the moon
I guess you are my unsuspecting secret mission
Every eleven days or so
I get a message from you
Invisible ink on invisible paper
But I can smell the perfume
I guess I ain’t your unsuspecting secret mission
No You aren’t my unsuspecting secret mission