Sometimes my memories are like sand in a bottle

Sometimes my memories are like sand in a bottle.
I've saved them all up and put them in a bottle and put it where I can see it.
And every time I see it, it reminds me of the ocean--the ocean I thought was your love.
Who knew a body of water that big could dry up so fast?
I just wish I never took any of that sand,
that I never had anything to remember what we had.
And if that ocean is not love, but just the drunkeness of joy--
then I'm diving in and drowning in it.
I don't want to remember 4 and a half years
of good times and bad times that roll like the tide.
I don't want to remember how I tried to dig a hole in the sand and make a place in your heart.
Because now it's so clear that the waves that crash in level-out my love
and knock down that sandcastle I've been building with my hopes and dreams.
Really, NOTHING is as it seems.