Never been too good at happy endings

He said to me over the phone, He wanted to see other people
I tought…’’ Well then look around, there’re everywhere´´
Said that He was confused…I tought ...´´Darling…join the club!´´
Twenty-four years old..Mid-life crisis!
Now a days it hits you when you´re young.
I hung up. He called back, I hung up again….
The process had already started….At least it happened quick.
I swear….I died inside that night!
My friend, he called. I didn´t mentioned 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….. And how could this trouble seem so big? So big
While 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 him….
Never thought I´d curse the day I met him….and since he´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 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 his 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…..