Relationships are blooming all around
And I am left alone
I mean it’s fun you know,
Being so free and not having
To worry about another half
And whatever their troubles are
But frankly it gets old, being alone
I wish for someone I can share all my thoughts with
Someone I can giggle with at 3 in the morning
And cry with when I’m frustrated
And watch Adventure Time until I finally have all the episodes and songs memorized
And then maybe we can go to thrift stores and have a laugh at the things we find
And then when I’m sick they can bring me hot tea with plenty of honey
And it’d be a blast, I’m sure, until it’s likely timed end.
But until that end, I want to enjoy the time spent.