I would love an audio version as well. I pine for one.
I think it is about relationship frustrations (duh)... Perhaps she's evaluating the relationship, wondering if it's worth it (is it enough to have some love, small enough to __) but is wishing for more, even simple things, something to ground her and just be compensation for...distance? Physically or emotionally? (i want to touch the back of your right arm, i wish you could remind me who i was....i will gladly stay an afterthought
just bring back some nice reminders) and she states what she isn't getting, is frustrated with publicity (because everyone around you wants to look...everybody’s sick for something that they can find fascinating). But despite this, she can't let go because she loves them/him (but you are my love the astronaut...and is it getting harder to pretend, that life goes on without you in the wake).
And part of me says, "Brian?" And the other part says, "Shh, you're being presumptuous." And the first part retorts, "By interpreting it at all you're making all sorts of gross assumptions," and both of them fall silent thinking about how silly it would be to not interpret things in your own way. I wouldn't mind if someone got my song all wrong; it meant something to them if they thought about it long enough to make assumptions.
The parenthesis of the title are "a short history of nearly nothing". Just food for thought.