“last night / the moon was trying to fall / from the sky / none of the experts knew / how to explain it / said / SOMETIMES THINGS JUST WANT TO LEAVE / and i think i understood / sometimes love just isn’t enough / sometimes even the people that / know it best can’t say why / you can pour all of you into one thing / but there still might be / a meteoroid hurling straight at you / disrupting your lazy sunday kind of love / this becomes a first-hand lesson / on the butterfly effect / we lose something / and now there’s a thousand parallel time lines / where we didn’t lose anything / where the moon was tugged back into orbit / where gravity keeps us complacent / (where you stay) / (where i stay) / listen / the strings that were trying to keep / the moon in place / were no thicker than floss string / it never had a chance / (i never had a chance) / nothing leaves that doesn’t want to / there’s a choice / the bags don’t pack themselves / you can’t just walk onto the plane / without a ticket / the metaphors never meant a goddamn thing / this isn’t for the story books / the moon left and it isn’t coming back / the poets are in a fret / the wolves are silent / you get used to a routine / and when it leaves / there’s a riot / (when you left) / (my heart started a riot) / (turned into a marching band) / (howled your name) / (you could hear the trumpet a mile away) / the moon disappeared last night / and all you were left with was billions of stars / that lit up the whole night sky / far brighter than you could have imagined / and what did you do / you complained about the piece you couldn’t see / (you disappeared last night) / (and all i was left with was the promise of spring) / (a thousand flowers and bees and birds and light and light and light) / (and what did i do) / (i complained about the piece i couldn’t reach)”