“You tossed your phone fifty feet in the air
I can’t believe you caught it
You said whatever you wanted to
As long as you thought it should be true
You dream, you make movies, you dance
Moved to Montreal to be closer to France
How’s that working out?
How’s the music?
How’s the food?
I know you won’t stay there forever
I know you’re gonna move again
This is crazy, but I know
I left you to be with your art
You always put me first
And somehow that broke my heart
It’s not my place to choose
My first love, and my only muse
Sea green, see blue”