if it wasn’t then
it’s gonna be now

tell me how
how you think we’ll get out of this

there aren’t many nights left
of you and i

i can feel it in my bones
every inch of this place feels wrong

forced like my smile
in the picture
when we picked apples
you were so happy

i never corrected you

no one knows when i’m acting
my crowning achievement 

i lost and left so much of myself back then

i can’t remember what used to move me forward 
what made me wade through tides of uncertainty

you always kept me anchored to shore

so on the night it ended i can’t remember 
anything else except finally feeling
free