I thought we were meant to be

Oh the irony

That “be” is a verb

And together,

We never did anything

We were never compatible

Never quite clicked

But I in my young stupidity

I thought we’d sail our ship

And I’ll still read our texts tonight

And I’ll still cry over you

Even though you’ve moved on

And found someone new

And I’ll remember you when I look at the horizon

And I’ll feel like falling down and crying

Because your love is like an arrow

laced with poison