Parallel Universes

With every single thing you do
The universe is split in two
With every single choice you make
You leave behind you and your wake
A set of places you can’t see
Expanding exponentially
And all of them have different yous
With different things they get to choose
And in the space between some
Two consecutive quanta of time
There must be a universe where
Everything is working out fine, somewhere
Everything is working out fine
A universe just born and dies
Everytime you blink your eyes
And other peoples, other lives
Turn on and off like fireflies
And you were there, but not quite
Things that you did wrong, they did right
And some of your old friends have died
Are back alive and feeling fine
And in the space between some
Two consecutive quanta of time
There must be a universe where
Everything is working out fine, somewhere
Everything is working out fine, somewhere
Everything is working out fine
There are some where you are born
On this spot, this very more
And there are some where you just died
Some by accident and some by suicide
And there are some where you went mad
Thinking about all the lives you could have had
You killed a bunch of people and
You’re on the run, now, from the man
And in the space between some
Two consecutive quanta of time
There must be a universe where
Everything is working out fine, somewhere
Everything is working out fine, somewhere
Everything is working out fine, somewhere
Everything is working out fine