When a season ends,
it ends.
There is no extending the season,
no rewinding, going back to
the beginning of the season.

He cannot let go the season,
though it has already slipped
from his hands,
unintentional man.

Our season goes on,
weathers the storms.
Again, I thought I could
replace you with another.
Again, I was wrong.
I always return to you.

Realized my mistake
pretty quick
but not in time to avoid
a wild west ride.
I fucked up bad,
but you pulled me through.
("dumbass," laugh)

You don't know last night
I needed you.
I wanted to call you.
It pissed me off and hurt
that I could not call you.
Cause I really did need you.
Bad.
That is the part you don't get.
Yet.