she said to me over the phone that she wanted to see other people
i thought well then look around, they are everywhere
she said she was confused i thought, darling join the club
twenty four years old mid-life crisis, nowadays hits you when you are young
i hung up she called back, i hung up again
the process had already started, atleast it happened quick
i swear i died inside that night
a friend he called i didnt mention a thing
the last thing she said was 'be sound'
sound
i contemplated an awful thing that i hate to admit
i thought those would be such appropriate last words
but i am still here but small so small
how can this trouble seem so big
well the ponds in the breeze still look green
and waves in the sea still absolute blue
the horror is that every single thing i see is a reminder of her
never thought i will curse the day i met her
now that she is gone and wouldnt hear, who would care?
good with that?
so imagine in a month or twelve i would be somewhere having a drink
laughing at a stupid joke or just another stupid thing
but i can see myself stopping short, drifting out of the present
sucked by the undertow and pulled out from deep
here i am standing, wet grass with white headstones all in rows
and in distance theres one half hearted zone
so stop kneel its my new home
i picture a sober awakening a re-entry into this little bar scene
sip my drink till the ice hits my lips and
order another round
thats it for now
sorry never been too good in happy endings
