car is parked
bags are packed
but what kind of heart doesn’t look back—
bareilles really hit home here

she says :
all I have
all I need
he’s the air I would kill to breathe

and she’s right
every word
and every line
of his gravity
just keeps pulling me down

stop pulling me down,
it hurts to be here,
all I have
all I need —

holds my love in his hand
still I’m searching
when the word came through in a letter
with one of us changing our minds —

you won’t need to guess who
since I usually do not send letters to me that are mine;
bluebird, gather your strength and rise up— take me home