i'm a chronic planner
i thought i've learnt to accept that life doesn't always go as I plan

but alas, the only time I want my plan to work so badly, 

was the day the blizzard beat me to it

if this was a movie,

I'd run to the pilot,

and tell him,

"get me back home now! who cares about de-icing? he is leaving!"

and when i reach,

I would rush to my island at the office,

you would come to pack,

i would give you what i artificially owe you,

and replace it with something,

with what I truly owe you this whole time

do i care

if you don't feel the same?

the ethereal guitar riff reflects my yearning for you

surfacing the inevitable question

"am I too late once again?"

i just want to let this feeling out and wide

but life is often cruel

here i am with a manchild

offering a backhand compliment

on the way I speak

while I think about

the time you suddenly placed yourself in front of me

while I stress about the incoming US president

plastering a huge smile

withering my worries away

or the way I ask about your dilemma

and you ask me to scoot a little closer

so i used the inertia 

to get my roller chair closer to yours

and now you're gone

that's just how life works

a lovergirl

who is always late

the biggest extrovert

yet the most cowardly

when it comes to saying how she feels

please God,

find me a fellow loverboy,

at Your timing,

I accept defeat, always

but I'm so tired,

of missing the boat.