And what bothers me most
Is our past lingering like a ghost
The idea of us, lasting forever
Even if it’s not going to happen, not then, not ever

The hope nags away at me
Cursing through my veins - the idea of “we”
How great you could’ve been - just mine
But this shatter hurts more than I can say in a rhyme

You could’ve been perfect, could’ve been ideal
And together with you I felt something real
As I dreamed of someone else for the first time
Just for us to not make it to the finish line

But I hope you can find what you’re searching for
Even if that something might not be me - at least no more