Sorry, derzeit leider nich zu mehr imstande. Kein Song in meiner 70 GB Musiksammlung bringt es so sehr auf den Punkt!

She said to me over the phone
She wanted to see other people
I thought, well, then
Look around
They’re everywhere

She said that she was confused
I thought darlin,’ 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
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

Small
so small
How could this trouble seem so big?
So big

Well the palms in the breeze still blow green
And the waves in the sea still absolute blue
but the horror
every single thing 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 twelve
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…