Vanilla Fog

Coincidental negatives
Impact me now
Temperamental dissolution
Comfort me how

Phone calls for no reason
Systemic as a season
I know I needed to stop
Don’t look back, however

Your vanilla fog scent gets to me
It always has
Supposedly always has
Does this do any good?
Any fool would, would walk
But 

You talk to me
I am taken back
And I want it like that
Don’t feel sad
We’ll get by and be glad
Surrounded in vanilla fog 

I was terribly blinded
By your kindness
I failed to see
All those hints and how free
You needed to be

I was simply distracted
By your vanilla fog
It got me like that
So why can I not look back?

For Cameron.