Messages from broken bottles fall   Black sandy beaches   Ink conveying across the page now run from morning dew   Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes that strain to read   Hearts that pound from love long over do   Lips which press together, stifle, rhythmic, heavy breaths   Oh how she smiles from vicarious love from the one he writes about   She must have been so glad for him to throw it out      Further steps lead to yet another broken bottle   Again the words contain have bled the page   Whose tears were these which remit ink   From who they bore to make this streak      Where they his by chance from telling her?   Or hers by chance from reading it?   They could have been collective   They could have been from someone else   Why don’t we see what's at the bottom   Why don’t we see what comes next      Oh how she cries from vicarious pain from the one he writes about   Oh she must have been so sad for him to throw her out   Lets just say, she, she is better   Better off somehow   Lets just say, she, she has never been happier then she is now   We couldn’t fake it so why even try?   Lets just say, she, she is better, better off somehow   Lets just say, she, she has never been happier then she is now   Lets just say, she, she is better, better off somehow   Lets just say, she, she has never been happier   Happier then she is now