Into It. Over It. - They Built Our Bench Again in Palmer Square

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This is the night where our ending starts.
This is the evening where I break your heart.
This is the lie that pulled us apart
And now our year to recover.
We finally speak to off-set the sound
Of blaring silence as we’re counting down
The smoldering ash scattered on the ground
Mixed with desires for each other.
Your best decision to close the door:
You have your parents and I have the tour.
Twenty Twenty-One has run its course
Forfeiting squares for the village.
Take some cover and close the blinds.
Can we admit this was no surprise?
A quiet couple tells a couple lines
And then it’s time for them to sever.
Carry on.
I asked for you to stay but I knew you had to go.
I pushed for racing speeds around the bends but lost control.
Now walking aimlessly on London Streets.
An anxious sleep sweat through the sheets
Dreaming of all the things you thought of me
While packing years into boxes.
And came home to an empty shell.
Our pictures, missing from the barren shelves.
What doesn’t kill us we could probably sell
While dropping weight and picking poison.
All dressed up, but never leave the house.
Made the bed, but now prefer the couch.
Trimmed the fat, but let my hair grow out.
Began repainting the apartment as they built
Our bench again in Palmer Square.
It’s as if our past lives in the air.
Could what’s so damaged ever be repaired?
Could what’s so lost be discovered?
Carry on.
I wanted you to stay but I knew you had to go.
I pushed for racing speeds around the bends but lost control.