You think I’m kidding about moving to Montana
To stare at the sky and
Try to forget that you never said sorry

I’m such my mother
Running out the door with my hair on fire
Moving around but rarely moving on

I chipped a tooth chewing too hard
On my misspoken words
But you don’t care and I can’t not

Let’s admit our love’s not enough
Pack our bags, split the bills
Tell everyone we tried

I gave you my young years
Slow dances in the kitchen
To the mismatched beating of our hearts

But fine, go, go to Portland
I’ll stay on the couch for now
Just don’t think I’m kidding about moving to Montana

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