Chris Is Always Late

Remember that year?
It was a cold one
When warmer walls
Led us to the door
Where we found brighter years in your basement

And as the world spun
I saw a glossed one
and tried to chase it
Till it evaded
and boy, it evaded

and now it's faded
How did I miss that?

Present day:
you've heard me say, from the cellar, "When does it get better?"
Standing, you shrug, "Never"

Door closes.

I would rather not find you standing
this time