If it's a new one for you, then it's a hand me up to me,
if it's winning the lottery, you must have bought the ticket right before me,
if it's the lucky caller, then I must be 3 callers away,
if it's money to you, then at least we share green greed,
but not the green you would think, this one grows as mini bushes,
or how about I just pop a purple, so the faults I'm living with can just shake themselves out.
If it's happy to you, then it must be my demise,
if you send out an S.O.S., then it must be me drowning in the water,
if you stand in the front, I stand at the very back of the line,
if it's music to your ears, then it's torture to mine,
but not the type that can just be plugged, or the kind that accepts itself to be a nuisance,
it's the nagging resistance, that my mind throws at me when forgetting you.