I'm Still Here

She said to me, over the phone

She wanted to see other people

I thought, "well, then

Look around, they're everywhere"

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

A friend, he'd 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 trouble seam 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 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 under tow and pulled out deep

And there I am standing

Wet grass and white head stones, all in rows

And in the distance there's one off on it's 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 till the ice hits my lip

Order another round

And that's it for now

Sorry, never been too good at happy endings