I thought of checking out tonight like I’ve done so many times before
It always seemed the perfect act of desperation and escape
…before you were the one I’d leave behind.
Before we were a we and you were just a you and I was just me.
…Now it doesn’t seem so perfect.
It’s not that I can’t live without you. You’re not my oxygen like I used to believe.
…You’re my sun. I could live, but I’d be cold and dark without you.