I never said I could save you.
I never even thought I might be able to.
But I thought I wouldn’t mind being lost with you for awhile.
Thought I wouldn’t mind the lumps and bruises
A life on the road.
I thought as long as I had you I could be happy.
But then I lost you.
And when I lost you I thought I lost me.
But I realized after 10 weeks of agoraphobia
That I’d found me.
I wasn’t some girl behind the limelight.
No I found myself in those 10 weeks.
And I’m never letting her go.
Sometimes I still miss you.
Still miss the life I sometimes imagined for us.
But when I try and relive it the colors are muted and the sound is low.
Nothing feels the way it felt when we lived it.
So I am not your savior
And I am not your companion on the path of the wanderer
We were two paths that met in a wood.