I'm at an intersection with a stoplight stuck on yellow,
And it's fine since I still don't know where to go.
A right turn may lead me back to you,
A left, maybe to a somewhere, someone new.

But none of that matters now.
I'm on still yellow.
I'm still here but not really,
lingering, but not entirely.

Right now I'm asking myself if leaving is really the answer?
Asking myself is it still a worth a shot staying together?
What is it that's holding me back?
was this an unsolvable problem or just bad luck?

I don't have the answers but that's alright,
It's still yellow on the stoplight.
Giving me plenty of time alone to think,
to reflect if to sail or to sink.

It will turn green soon and I think I know,
That straight ahead is the way to go.
Down this road, looks like it will be just me,
And it's fine to just let it be.