You feared you would tear us apart
like you did last year and I told you
that I would never let that happen again

Three months until the truth of my
powerlessness came to light, and my
only option was to let you drift away

And when our eyes meet I feel not even
the common affection shared between friends,
and when I speak to you your head turns as if
we had never before this moment met

I am a pursuant who runs and goes nowhere,
and though my legs grow strong and my lungs
learn to feel pain I feel guilty for letting myself
spend so much time on you

I know not to regret past decisions because they
made me who I am, and there's not a single thing
I regret about you, I just can't help but tell you that

It hurts how we let this die so quietly