Where did we go from
Just follow my breathing
With the three of us in the bathroom
A broken wine glass on the floor
And all I could feel was
Her chest against and away from my back
To guide me back to reality
As I traced it with my longues.

What happened between
This one year and a half
That made us strangers
In some competition
Which no one will eventually win
But everyone will be exhausted after.

Did I change too much
Or didn't you for too long?