Right back at ya!

It’s almost more than I can bear
Seeing you go from here to there
Knowing you’re sentenced to roam
Until that day comes

A better type of day
After we’ve paved our way
Our luck will find a boon
Maybe one day very soon

You and I both resent
Our distant present
Whether it be by Destiny’s hand
Or the Fate’s master plan

I’d rather be in your arms forever
Living as a pauper
Barely making ends meet
Than to have you in a new place every week

It’s so easy to lose track
It’s never shorter going back
It’s that damn rat race
Taking you from place to place

Vodka with twisted lime
Now that is definitely wasted time
There are better ways to do your grieving
Each day that you’re leaving