Nothing else explains the way I feel,
When you’re here, life’s a bed of roses;
And gloom descends, the moment you leave.
But for you, it’s just a game,
I know I am not the only one in your life,
You come, you flirt, you show me a good time,
Then you vanish, without even a goodbye.
But the time with you, is something else,
The rest of it, I spend lost in your dreams.
It’s all of this, which makes you so special,
You’re a part of me, my being, it seems.
This ain’t new, it’s been years like this,
Still, I choose never to learn;
The last time we met, I think it was July,
And I wait till now, hoping, that you’ll return.
For I know, that this isn’t the end
You’ll be back again, without fail
It’s January love, the month we meet
Just the two of us,
Me, and The End of Season Sale.