Gloves

Here I sit annoyed by the cold Hood over head Fingers numbed by wind and it just isn't sinking in Moving on Finding someone else to call the one I barely got over the first one before and when I moved on to someone new their taken I hate how bad my instincts can be But there is no mistaking The attraction That exsists It's just your heart Is somewhere else Now who am I to come right on by and try to make you mines? How jumbled up am I? I see countless of my friends Sinking back into the same old pair of gloves with holes that only leave them bitter and cold I'm not like them All I want is a new pair of gloves The warm and snug The ones that hug I have been searching for years Oh! I just spotted the right pair Yet someone else is wearing them Aw man! I'm freezing...