The strange thing is,
You two are a completion
Of one
Deciding on only a half
I would always be missing some


The weird thing is,
Sometimes the pair of you
Do not cross my mind for a day or two


Just suddenly do I think hey
Remember that day?


In that moment, I breathe the thoughts away
I'm just a disease
Hoping to infect a perfect combination of graffiti
Not stopping to think
Girl, you've got ***** too


Not the kind found on Christmas trees
Not the kind between your knees


Just the kind that
Make me speak up
For my own needs

I miss the fun
The excitement always stirred up
When near the perfect pair


The anxiety I felt
When caught off guard
Running with the wind
To dash off from the man
Who threatened our gear
With his bright lights
And badge of fake gold


One of you stands bold
As the other lingers
Lingers...
In the right direction