A pair of shoes, a pair of eyes,
A pair of lovers made of ice.
Always watching halves find their other piece,
Where is the one meant for me?
I watch everyone with their best friend's,
Wondering when I'll have one to call my own.
Sure, I can call anyone I've befriended and bonded with,
But is it so bad to want one to call me so?
Never consistent,
A revolving door of nameless faces.
I can't remember the names of those
I spoke to only a year ago.
I want a constant,
A friend to be my best.
I want them to stumble through all my years with me.
They were right to say I drove away the rest.
