I've been terrified
That I'm losing you.
Like nothing we do or say--
Nothing I could ever do--
Can stall the inevitable...

One day, I'll lose you.

And I've not handled it well.
I overreact,
Overcompensate,
Apologize and present ideas
That don't have a chance at success.
And the gap just gets realer,
And the days just get colder,
Each moment feels stolen,
But each one's tainted, because each moment past is one less
With you.
And the inevitable is closer...

One day, I'll lose you.

And neither of us needs this;
We've both enough going on,
With tests and stress,
Without drama and us.
But the gap just grows realer, and I freak out again,
And we're both left empty and with tears in our heads,
And I should be considerate, of you and not me,
But something inside me just screams--

That I'm losing you.

And I'll miss you, I know.

Ridiculous though it is,
For two seniors to think
That they had a shot--
And I never did--
But the fact still remains,
Without you, there's a loss.
And I'm sorry that my every
Effort against it
Just speeds up the process,
And that I'm losing you.

And I'll miss you, my love.

And I thank you, for all.

And I'm sorry, my love.