You were my oxygen
  and now I’m left gasping
I’m left grasping for something to hold onto
  like the chain-links of my favorite swing.

Time hasn’t been on my side
  but then again neither have you
I’m learning to not compare every guy to you
  you were special, but we never belonged to each other.

You hold onto me even now
  we barely talk but you always know what’s going on
I’ve been promising myself that I’m letting go
  the silly girl inside me isn’t allowing it.

Two weeks notice
  that’s what we need
Ah, a signed contract that we’ll end it for good
  we’ll stop irritating and depressing one another.

You give yours and I’ll give mine
  I’ll find alternative oxygen, you’ll count on alternative options
Don’t be mad
  you started it.