dont make this any harder than it is. its pretty tough already i guarantee you. yes i remember what i said. yes i meant it. but i cant mean it anymore. the faucets run on long enough its time to turn the knob and shut it too much of our lives have drained away i cant keep doing this.
its been the Himalayas. cold climbs and exciting. we've frozen our asses off. the wind and chill's made us delirious. we've fallen off the face of the cliff and landed on a soft bank each time. the next time we won't be so lucky. we've reached the top of the mountain and it ain't all it was cracked up to be. or maybe it was maybe it is. but we can't stay up here all our lives. we're running out of food and water. and air. the atmosphere is suffocating us. payback for all we've put it through.
we've cried enough it's grown hollywood which is what we've always tried to avoid. the music doesn't leave my ears ringing anymore. sometimes i can barely hear it. i can't taste anything but bitter my tongue's grown jaded green eggs and ham smell like shit.
it hasn't grown stale it's just grown too much for the garden we've set. we planned on that and we got this. we're drowning here the walls have no windows we need to break out.
i dont want to say goodbye. its just ive run out of other words to say.
maybe we'll find each other maybe our lines will cross again. or maybe not and we'll run parallel forever me seeing you in some tokyo coffee shop you pretending not to notice. you opening your mouth to call my name out on a london street but changing your mind last second to step into a cab to think it all over.
maybe we'll bend. more likely we're broken.
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