She wanted to see other people
I thought, "well then, look around, they're
everywhere"
Said that she was confused...
I thought, "darling, join the club"

24 years old, mid-life crisis
Nowadays hits you when you're young

I hung up, she called back, I hung up again
The process had already started
At least it happened quick
I swear, I died inside that night

My friend, he called
I didn't mention a thing
The last thing he said was, "be sound", sound...
I contemplated an awful thing, I hate to admit
I just thought those would be such appropriate last words

But I'm still here
And small
So small.. how could this struggle seem so big?
So big...
While the palms in the breeze still blow green
And the waves in the sea still absolute blue

But the horror
Every single thing I see is a reminder of her
Never thought I'd curse the day I met her
And since she's gone and wouldn't hear
Who would care? what good would that do?
But I'm still here

So I imagine in a month... or 12
I'll be somewhere having a drink
Laughing at a stupid joke
Or just another stupid thing
And I can see myself stopping short
Drifting out of the present
Sucked by the undertow and pulled out deep

And there I am, standing
Wet grass and white headstones all in rows
And in the distance there's one, off on its own

So I stop, kneel
My new home...
And I picture a sober awakening,
A re-entry into this
Little bar scene
Sip my drink til the ice hits my lip
Order another round

And that's it for now,
Sorry.
Never been too good at happy endings...