Mid 2000s Romcom

You’re the general manager of a retail store in a mid 2000s romcom
Had you always dreamed of this job?
A girl next door, who drove many more just to wipe the slate clean of all your shitty ex-boyfriends
Okay, so you were raised Catholic
You don’t believe in it too much, but it’s nice to think there’s something after death
“Sorry, afterlife”, you say as you nervously chuckle over hot wings
You apologize for being too morbid
I reassure you and say, “It’s okay to feel out of place, I probably think the same at lеast three times a day”
As I hustle and bustle, and thеn write, sing and play, eat, drink, sleep, and repeat it all again, I can’t seem to lose the feeling
That none of this has any meaning

'Cause there’ll be nothing left of our bodies
When they excavate this small town
And all we’ll be is nostalgia
My sweet little mid 2000s romcom

I miss watching you paruse inside of blockbuster
And now every DVD I owned lost its luster
Gave each other scratches, now we’ll never know how our movie ends
Too preoccupied and paranoid about how we end up dead

'Cause there’ll be nothing left of our bodies
When they excavate this small town
And there’ll be nothing left of our sorries
As the space debris comes crashing down
And there’ll be nothing left but silence
As the vacuum sucks away all sound
And all the thoughts I had of you
Turn to atoms, dissipate as fast
All the memories we shared
Vaporize, and the vapor shatters like glass
All the time we spent together
Implodes itself and then just cuts to black
And all we’ll be is nostalgia
My sweet little mid 2000s romcom