youre like that one creaky spot
on my hardwood floor
that i always try to avoid
but seem to forget
and accidentally step on it anyway

youre like that third octave E
on my old piano
thats just barely out of tune
but still makes the chords sound wrong

youre like that flower
that got stuck in my hair
when those kids tripped me
during recess in 3rd grade

youre like that random key
i found underneath my bed
that i never found the lock for

youre like that cold
that i caught
in the middle of july

youre like those scratch off tickets
that i buy each week
even though ive never won
and even though theres a good chance
that i never will