When you said you were better off without me
I heard a crack
I think it was my heart breaking
And when you said
it’s all my fault and not my fault at all
I heard a buzz
and now there’s nothing at all
no more imagining you’re on the other side of the bed
no phone calls about nothing
What’s that they said about two paths in the wood?
You take one, I’ll take the other
We can’t travel together anymore.
So get your tee-shirts and the jewelry you gave me
Get your ceviche and take my traveling dreams
Go the other way
and the wood will block your way back
because you’re better off without me.