Of all the temporary people I’ve encountered, I’ve come to realise,
It’s me that’s the temporary one.
It’s me that enters others' lives and makes a connection,
Me, who tells too much too soon,
Me, who is the budding friend, all ears, ever so caring.
Until someone else comes in and takes my place,
Until they just lose interest and conversations become non existent,
Until I withdraw one day and they’re happy to let me go.
I’m temporary
I’m come and go
And we had a good few months
And yeah I had this weird friend once
Or I knew this girl who
Or that one mentally ill girl I knew
I’m temporary and you might remember me down the line, briefly,
You might even remember my name.
I’m temporary but I’m nothing you mourn losing.