The feeling in the air is rain
The best part about it is the pain
The greatest gift gets returned
That sinking feeling of something being learned
The call you didn’t answer was the win
That single point of contact pulls you in
On your back you are pinned
And you find yourself wishing for the end
The end is near
The end is nigh
But not near enough to touch
Or far enough to say goodbye
If it could get a little closer
I could grab it
In the meantime I’ll keep bitching
Purely out of habit