A time change...

if you were the paper
i would've ripped you to shreds
if i were the ink
you would've rather used lead
if i were the drug
you would've come clean
if you were the window
i'd be a broken screen

i am your gray mittens
in the middle of august
you are the hole
in my coin filled pocket
i am the film
in your digital life
i was in the wrong place
and you had the wrong time