the way it goes

were not doing so good
and all the promises just keep
piling up on the dashboard

were collecting dust

the sky is less blue
the water doesnt feel the same
and the lonely beast is searing
up my spine yet again

we said forever, but we didn't mean it
nobody means it
you can burn a match and make a brilliant fire
but you cant hold on to embers
and fires all go out eventually
what goes up must come down
and nothing i do or say
will bring you back to me

we had a good run, kid
you were great
but it all turned out exactly
like i thought it would
and despite what you may think
i hate being right all the time

i have to remind myself
it isnt a fantasy
the birds don't really dance around us
and we are always just delaying
the inevitable end

i miss you so much it hurts
way down deep inside
but i've felt that before
and it will go away just like you
what an unfair reality
what a sad waste of time
so long, kid