we have always been shallow breaths of faith
and you've always had a habit of holding yours
while i fight to not lose mine

it's inevitable that i would think myself bigger
and not have moved any farther
in six years
i haven't seen or loved nearly as much
as i try to convince myself
but i have mastered the art of leaving
and i know the tricky part of saying goodbye
is knowing you always have to leave right before you have to

i have always been good at remembering
the good things
and cherishing the awful
we have been a memory worth fighting for