It was two years, one month, and three days ago now,
That I made that fulcrum decision.
And for two years, one month, and three days now,
I’ve been wondering if it was the right one.
You might have loved me,
But I think you loved the idea of me.
You got married a year later;
Was it me you wanted, or just a man who cared?
I definitely loved you,
But I know you were all kinds of wrong for me.
I’ve been broken since then,
And I don’t know who to blame.
Was it me and my lofty decision-making?
Or you and your sweet nothings,
Your sweet lips and soft skin smelling like summer citrus?
You saved me, and now I need saving from you.
You walled off my heart around you,
But you forgot to leave me the key.
I bet you don’t know you broke me,
I know you’d care if you did.
I’m looking for the Ariadne to my Theseus,
But I’ll never leave you on Naxos.
I’m looking for my Ariadne to save me;
I’ll never let go of your thread.