Better Off On Her Own

My girl came home to me,
just the other day, acting okay.
I was reading alone in my favourite room,
the TV was on.
May i be excused for not telling the truth?
'Cause she's gone.
She said she's better off on her own.
She turned her head.
Much better off one her own.
My girl. knocked on the door to the place
I usually refer to as home. I died.
Surely some tide should have dimmed my eyes,
small & surprised. And God closed every gate.
The moon fell into the lake. Boy, she's gone.
She's better off on her own.
She closed & she left.
Much better off on her own.
Sitting naked by the window sill,
watching cars upon the hill.
Am I sleeping? I was dreaming.
For just a moment time stood still. Hey.
Better off on her own.
Better off on her own.
Now she's gone.
Better off on her own.
She said she's better off on her own.
She turned her head.
Much better off on her own.
She's gone. Better off on her own.
She sighed. She's better off on her own.
The tears I cried. Much better off on her own.
My girl came home to me, just the other day...