Karma Set It Off

I am the end
The well-placed sentiment
The perfectly planned argument
The rain on your birthday
And the unopened wedding gift
Broken hearts, lonely drives, new cars
All of it
Even the tiny orange bottle
On the kitchen counter
With the cap left off of it

I am every melted sunset
Every single final bow
The first eyes that greet your presence
And the last hand that guides you out
The human spirit gambler
The finale, the result
I am the exact reason
For every song
Ever wrote

Tragically transactional
It's all we'll ever know
First, you lay down your cards
Then I grip your tiny, little sssoul