The other day my friend said to me,
You've been leaving as long as I've known you, and it's been a few years
I guess I was waiting for things to fall apart
Never brave enough to break them on my own
So I can't be mad, old love, about the way you broke my back
After all, you
Are only a piece of straw, and I
Have been cut loose
Now you are free to drink from the river of your sorrows
I seek the ocean