this is ours
this place was our place.
this day was ours,
that couch over there.
with all of your cigarette burns
this idea, this life it was ours together.
now it’s just one SOLD apartment
white walls seperate rooms of empty wooden floors.
but this is ours.
it’s just like we left it.
full of awkward tension
and a past we don’t mention.
we still remember it so well.
this place is ours
we can’t escape it.
sometimes i think she’s right.
when she says that boys are worthless
sometimes i find myself
all alone, wondering..
one day i’ll be found, swept off of my feet.
one day i’ll be someone else.
but this is ours.