Always being lead to disappointment.

This is the game,

It’s part of my name.

Lead you to the valley of minor adjustments,

Yet it stays the same

And it drives me insane.

I wish we could see each other as often as we’d like.

Feeling so fine,

Enjoying the time.

I’d come to bind our shadows on bus or bike

To be sublime.

We’re two-of-a-kind.

Drag me from the pits of angst and fury.

Take us away to get some Slurpees.

Dodging many bullets just to be together.

Taking in the days of perfect cloudy weather.

I just wanted to say

That I would rather be there anyway.