Somewhere in the middle of the ocean

Theres a golden paper sealed tight in a bottle

And it tells the tale of why I ever loved you.

Somewhere in the middle of the city

theres some tree roots reaching up through the asphalt

And I tripped so many times

You couldnu2019t believe I was sober

And somewhere in the back of my apartment

theres an ashtray filled with roaches and so many questions

Like why I hurt my body in order to feel closer to you

Nowhere brings us closer than a window

Where you roll your tobacco and I point out some stars

God, I hate the paradox of finding fresh air just to ruin it with smoke

And donu2019t get me started on a night between lines

You seem so exited to be by my side

So enthusiastic, well where was all of this in the daytime

Somewhere in the bottom of my closet

theres the t-shirt you gave me in perfect origami

To resemble my heart the minute I knew it was over

I still see those tree roots and wonder

If ill ever fall with somebody else,

Well you were so distracted

That you never knew how to catch me.

And somewhere in the middle of my journal

theres a torn piece of paper that once held the letter

thats now in the ocean

So swim and youu2019ll see why its over