Will things really be okay, because it feels like we’re breaking
And just leaving things alone means physics will take hold;
An object in motion will stay in motion, so doing nothing is something;
It means accepting that falling apart is as normal for us as breathing.
But I’m not feeling comfortable in this Colorado air,
Open spaces just leave us with more places to scream without an audience
And all of this snow is wasted on unbalanced folk such as we;
I’m not a special snowflake and you can’t stand the shakes.
We could move back to Ohio, rediscover the cities we hate
Perhaps all of the street signs have been replaced
And everyone has up and moved, so nothing is the same
Well, if we came back, new names and neighbors wouldn’t mean a thing.
So where do we go from here, our starting line a broken heart?
I think conventional wisdom would be to break this off,
Empty our minds of the good times and focus solely on the terrible,
Rip that Band-Aid off and move right into the rebound.
Surely forgetting we were ever a thing would be sad,
But if we are sad now, does it matter if we cut a bit more?
It all ends, so end it as it began;
Burning ourselves dry, leaving nothing, leaving nothing.
And so you left me nothing, and I left myself nothing.
And so I am nothing, because you were my everything.
And so you are in Ohio, and I am nowhere at all.
And so you have forgotten, and I am forgetting how to breathe.