When will it end?
How long can we carry on?
The words still get stuck in your throat
You’re always about to...
But you’ll never let go.
When we look back, we won’t contest the facts
They’ll be left in the letters and photographs we kept to connect us when we were alone.
It’s certain lines of songs...
Certain nights you wonder who’s been taken along, if it all goes wrong
But what do you do when the night comes quicker?
You see what you want, and your eyes get bigger
You stay where you are
And say to yourself, “we lost it, when we said that we would see it through”
It was supposed to be true.
We’ve already on the line
You can’t be kind
And I couldn’t tell you the times that I told you “that’s fine,” I was trying to say “no.”
So we get lost
We can’t abide the cost
So bide your time and then cut your loss...
We never were just kids, you know
We learned that lesson long ago
When we thought that we could’ve been safe from the start
If we fall apart.
But what do you do when “apart” gets bigger?
You see what you want and your heart beats quicker
You stay where you are and say to yourself, “she’s gone.”
What do you do when your mind gets sicker?
You set her apart, and the lines get thicker
And all that you want is to hear her say, “Love, we forgot it.
But I thought you always knew:
it was supposed to be you.
It was you.