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.