so it's been two years and i'm still here
stuck somewhere between the memories of you, the memories with you, and the memories of me before i met you
it's been two years and i'm still trying to battle the pain in my chest
whenever my mind goes back to the feeling
of you holding me

it's been two years and sometimes i still cry when i turn off the light
because this notion of happy and single that i believe in
leaves every time i realise i am completely
utterly
alone
in the dark of my room
in a single bed

navigating this ship formerly known as me and you, more formerly
known as me, is more difficult than controlling the waves that came
crashing into me every day we were together
i turn around and all of a sudden i'm just the passenger on
my own sinking ship

the journey was fun while it lasted but i think it's time
to finally get in the water
and swim to shore