It's funny how that works, isn't it?

it’s funny how that works, isn’t it
how eleven years seems like it would be a long time to be with someone
and eight years seems as if it would pale in comparison
it’s funny how that isn’t how that works at all
eleven years wasn’t enough time
and eight years feels like it’s been an eternity
it’s not funny at all
how i can’t remember the sound of your voice
or how i sometimes forget how you smelled
and the scent of your cigarette of choice
i feel as if my memory’s faded since you’ve left me
it’s funny how that works, isn’t it