Oh, the tunnel of love,
Bestowed from above;
A fragile turtle dove,
It'll shut soon enough.
I remember that last summer night,
When, at midnight, we had a big fight.
You said, "This charade isn't love,
It's just me waiting desperately till you grow up."
I clashed back with a petty attack,
Though I can't take it back, I still feel bad.
I insulted you over the ex who left you behind,
And said, "Maybe love's something you cannot define."
So, after a long screaming match,
Where nobody won, we just clawed and scratched,
I said, "I'm done. Hope you have better luck,"
Put down my phone and cried till the sun came up.
Oh, the tunnel of love,
Bestowed from above;
A fragile turtle dove,
It'll shut soon enough.
Now, here I am, searching my phone,
For pictures of you, while sulking alone,
Feeling envious of the smiles that we shared.
How could we break us like we never cared?
Replaying clips through my mind,
Of more joyous, happier, simple times.
I still fondly remember our first date,
And how you put sprinkles on my birthday cake.
The pain is still there, and it won't go away,
Remember when we joked about our wedding day?
I guess, in the end, we both made mistakes,
And now we must deal with all the heartaches.
Oh, the tunnel of love,
Bestowed from above;
A fragile turtle dove,
It'll shut soon enough.