maybe you're not ready to fall this autumn but you still like me enough to keep me warm. dare i say, it wasn't enough. i tried to reignite the fire from summer '19 but you can't keep up with the same intensity like you used to and i only burned you from getting too close. now i'm left with the cold shoulder—just in time for winter.

maybe we're better off for the summer, when the heat was high but you'd rather play with fire and keep me close than spend it alone. you didn't get burned and even asked for more. we were too caught up in the heat of the moment for sure.

and maybe it felt so good that we jumped too soon and skipped chapters we were supposed to slowly unfold together. now we're not on the same page anymore and that led us to bewilderment. we're in spring but what page are you on?

in the end, i'm the only one taking risks. and before you could, i've already blown the dwindling flame goodbye. i can't give you warmth when you keep being cold. and i can't be your summer when you keep being my winter.

Here’s to the feelings that flow
through my veins,

here’s to the love whose trip
was a lot of pain,

here’s to the days
where I am in vain,

and here’s to your heart
that I cant seem to obtain.