A song about a gypsy

A decade or so ago I met a star She found me barely breathin’ She said I had treasures buried inside me And the world would need them I told her I couldn’t find them for difficult reasons She said that she would mine them Asked where I did I keep them I explained they leak from my pen when my soul is bleedin’ She said she found light in the blackness of my skin I sang her a gypsy love song She said play it again We lie on top of the sky And got drunk in the rain Made love like it was hate Cause it tasted the same I painted pictures with colors she gave me So she’d remember my name I lay with others because she made me So I’d remember the game I scribbled pretty words in ugly places So she’d remember our pain She laughed and asked Why I watched her cry I told her tears are beautiful And I miss the sky She told me she belonged to a different guy There was blood on her lips In her kiss good bye Remembering her name Makes me wish to fly I loved, lived, and died, in my gypsy’s mind I’ll always be a star in my gypsy’s eyes, I’ll always be a star in my gypsy’s eyes