I ache to see you again,
and press play to the pause we've been on all this time,
but whose's to say you haven't already fast forwarded,
and skipped right past me to the next scene.
Because if this were a movie,
the happy ending would be right around the corner,
and we'd fade away into the sunset,
following a fireworks worthy kiss;
"ever after" waiting just ahead of us.
But instead we are living a rerun of the same old episode
that one that everybody's seen before.
Yet I can't help that every time it's on,
I watch it over and over, hoping the lines change this time;
that the script gets rewritten.
But here we are once again,
knowing full well the conclusion to the finale of this pitiful season,
yet playing our parts nonetheless.