how did we get here?
we're stuffing a triangular block into a square opening
and wondering why it doesn't fit
we refuse to let go
so we're forcing it
and i'm trying my hardest to breathe how i used to
trying to blink how i used to
trying to wrap myself up in how we used to be
but this is not used to
this is future
and, Babe, i'm failing miserably
we've lost our familiarity
and right now it seems as if we just won't work
how will we get out of this without our feelings hurt
because you in my life is a must
but something has changed between us
i've realized, but you fail to acknowledge
so oblivious, while i try my hardest to run with this charade
but i am no marathoner
and this baton of a facade is so close to slipping through my fingertips that
i
can
almost
taste
it.

where, when, how, why?
did we go horribly wrong?
and now i'm listening to every sad song in my repertoire trying to find one that expresses me, you, us, we
so now i'm "bleeding my heart out on this paper"
like Hot Chelle Rae
because paper and pencil always did better for me than words and sound ever did
and i'm singing along with Melanie Fiona
wondering if the price is right on our love
or if it's as priceless as it should be
and Bascom X is telling me that i shouldn't be a fool for love
but on the same riddim Fiona's crooning "baby..."
while still Gyptian's feeling my pain
and thought after thought runs through my brain like a playlist on repeat on my iPod, blasting in my ears
that i'm trying my hardest to ignore
as it confirms my fears of what tomorrow holds for us
and, Babe, it's gonna take some time for me to miss you once you're gone
because i've been unhappy for so long
and you've been breaking my heart ever since day one
when you approached me and commented so emphatically on my "natural beauty"
Babe, you took my heart, completely:
stole it "like a thief in the night
dulled my senses
and blurred my sight"

and here we are one year
and the inevitable changes that every relationship goes through
we've been through
we've sailed the oceans of love
survived wave after wave
storm after storm
we finally reached calm
and the tides of time?
they led us here
washed up on a beach
barren
full of altered emotions
and we're stranded
sustained by the fruits of our discontent
and the unyielding rivers of tears that we've both cried
air currents are carried on our sighs

can we save ourselves
or are we in need of rescue
this is my SOS for my first love
or is it my cue
because we are tanning in the sun-like glare of our discomfort
our lies of us doing okay provide temporary palm trees and unpermanent shade
as we try our hardest to leave this deserted island
but we can only leave once we perceive
the truth
that we may be beyond repair
that we may be irreparably damaged
how did we get here?