Time Is Never On Your Side

The days are getting longer,
while our lives are getting shorter.
These things in my locker pile up,
and mold is getting on my coat.
I smell the smell of that rotten
cheese
stinking up the balcony and I
just wish I was anywhere but here.
It's hard to settle down,
in a place where secrets lie,
and years and years are just
letting go,
and years and years are just
flying by.
Now I'm sitting on the park bench
watching my breath catch the air
before I completey, undeniably, melt into you.
My fingers race the keyboard,
my phone is going to die,
and all I can think of is you,
and getting through with this reply.