I’ve gotten used to losing people
Tally marks on my arm can tell
And this year alone I’ve lost
The boy who made me check my email.
I pulled myself out of that rip tide
And up to your sheltering beach
I told you my secrets and stories
But all this time you’ve been drifting out of reach
I had thought you were solid
A warm tropical paradise
But I find that you are mobile
A moving mass of ice.
Some may call you an iceberg
But you will never be that to me
And I only wish we could go back
To how things used to be