four minutes,
yet we still don't have plans,
four minutes,
then we gotta leave.
we're already somewhere,
why can't we just stay?
of course we can't,
life doesn't work that way.
I can't have you,
though I want to.
i can't see you,
when i really need to.
it's a curse,
another verse,
in this poem of life,
another analogy
another apology,
another cycle,
another reverse.
it's just words,
playfully put together,
another way to bundle up in your sweater,
another way,
to get you by
the hard times,
and look,
now we have three minutes left.
three minutes,
we gotta fill this allotted time,
before we spill
out of our comfort zones,
out to the world,
sometimes we'd wish were never born
but we gotta suck it up and explore,
it's a curse
another verse
in this poem of life,
another analogy
another apology,
another cycle,
another reverse.
it's just words put together,
another way to hold you up in this weather,
another way to get you by
I can't do this,
I can't say goodbye
with these two minutes left.
two minutes left,
our time is depleting,
we gotta hurry,
but you're not complaining,
of course you're not,
you're in the like,
but I am,
and that's my fault
I never get what I want
we never do truly,
but we gotta do what we can to acquire the bag,
it's a curse
in this poem of life
another analogy
another apology,
another cycle,
another reverse.
it's just words put together,
another way to hold your tether,
another way to get you by,
oh no,
oh no,
we got one,
one minute left.
one more minute,
before you leave,
before my heart
gets ripped right from its sleeve.
one minute, and a couple seconds counting,
one minute, the clock is ticking.
one minute, I can't let go,
one minute, I refuse,
but when i get the courage,
and light the fuse,
you blow it off,
you set me back,
stand up,
pay,
and leave.
