Falling Fast

I'm happier when you're gone, when you don't know what's going on.
Falling fast, I'm falling out, wandering around and around.
What to expect? But none-the-less, your love is a mess.

What to like?
What's not to hate?
When you're not here everything is well on its way.
Even when you say you can relate,
It’s over, it's too late, we can't be saved.
No simple understandings for crash landings.
You'll never get it....

How no to expect this?
It's all too awkward, we're too distant, and your simplicity won’t get us through.

Things are better now, you're finally not around.
I don't feel your choking any more.
Last time my lack of breath brought me to the ground.
I don't want you to be a part of this life; you'll know how this feels.
I'm doing this because I know I’m right.