They say the multiverse is real.
So maybe it is
I think in another universe you’d be a teacher, fifth grade
You'd like that the kids aren’t too old for mischief
You’d work the summers at our summer camp
A counselor when you're still young, then work your way up to running the whole thing
In one universe, you’d start your own camp
You’d let me visit some summers and we’d see ourselves in the campers
They’d run around the red dirt softball field and swim in murky blue lake
You’d get a kid who’d stay the whole summer and make sure everything’s okay at home
The way no one did for you

Infinite universes, infinite timelines, infinite possibilities
Perhaps in one, you’d do all of these things
In some you’ll do none of them
Sometimes you’ll live to see your eighteenth birthday, but not much more
In a few you’ll live well into your eighties
But in mine, you didn’t make it past fourteen
Believing in all these separate universes doesn’t change that

Infinite universes, infinite timelines, infinite possibilities
But in mine you’re gone
I hope that in some universes you have a kind family and a loving home
In those universes we’d probably never meet.
You’d just be a face in the crowd of the many kids who go to camp
You wouldn’t be the legend we know in this one
Still
I’d trade those universes over this one in a heartbeat