You're not
I'm not going to call you an angel
It's not that you don't deserve the title but angels don't sin
It's not that you aren't one but where do I begin?
I always felt that your smile could save the world
I always felt that you were the one to underline my passions and keep my focused
Sitting alone on the cusp and wondering what's next
It's not that I depended on you but I could have used some help
Now I'm stuck alone, it's November and my heater broke
Oh well
I used to think you were a goddess
I used to think you were the one to give me grounding
I wanted to learn another tongue to speak to your family
I never understood how you were so young and acted so aged
Like a fine wine
Refined
But as it turned out
You were a Red
I'm a white wine kind of guy
We were never meant to work in the beginning
But I suppose that's alright
I used to think you were the one, but...