Tag, you're it.

Because I was just next in line
Not to say I wasn't good enough
Just next.
It was my turn to experience
Maybe soul mates aren't real
Maybe all we have are our silly good vibes and determination tactics we both use
We make a good team
Yeah
But was this really the point.
No.
The first time it was.
But the second and the third. Those were other decisions I made.
Those are the things imprinted in my brain.
To think of over and over again
Until my head hurts.
Just like I have before
But this time maybe it will be different
I tell myself this out of pity
It never is.
But this time
Not all conversations end with the last words spoken.
I know that.
There are certain qualities I look for and I find myself searching
Maybe it's just a TV show
Maybe its not
Maybe its just a hickey
Maybe its a brand
But just like how it goes away, some brands go out of style
just like when the seasons change and the leaves Fall or it gets cold and everyday we know that's its cold
but we know that there are still springs days and hot days and the hot days that make you wish it was cold
Ill let you into my world for this season.
But they're always gone by spring
Not by force of habit
but maybe it was.
Maybe I observe too much
Maybe the universe throws some coincidences
But that's life
There's not always some reason for it.
I get that.
I just have this god awful gut feeling that when the winters gone.
You will be too.
When the hot days roll around again. Maybe I'll miss the cold days with you
I always do every goddamn time.
It'd the eternal damnation called my life.
I've gotten used to it.
Not a pity party just some bad decisions that led to something else
I guess this is just what I'm doing now
I was tagged. But you tagged and me said dont tag anyone else
That's not how this game works
So you must be playing something else.