the seasons have been changing & i’m not sure why i thought we wouldn’t succumb to the ways of mother nature it’s a lot of should have, could have, would have and not enough stay with me tonight & we can figure the rest out in the morning but this isn’t about the staying or the going you’re breathing slowly & i’m drinking more than i should we’re drifting through a phase of let me try this without you but what about the handful of nights i woke up in a panic because i dreamt of your name coming out of a mouth that wasn’t mine i heard love is supposed to be a game of tug of war when really it’s me & our ghost pulling on an empty rope because the only type of fight you know is running until your hands feel innocent again i crossed the border last night & i swear that the street lights were talking to me in a way that would lead me straight to your house but i kept telling them you weren't there anymore that you had a bad habit of moving wherever the sun looked best the ground i walk on isn't as strong these days & i've got to stop dancing to our song in the kitchen alone i'm sorry that i'm anchored to the moments you were in love with me it's just that i think if you would've picked up the phone that night then i wouldn't have to keep begging you to come home everything starts over at the time it began & i'll wait until december comes again