(Well, this is not the way I pictured it)
(Now, this has gotta be you, you over there makin' it)
(Kiss kiss!)
Sometimes it's just my new apartment's empty wall (Kiss kiss)
Whisperin' I told you so and now she's smug as hell (as hell)
Paper anniversary
Pay-per-view pornography
Pinterest board fantasies
Live in odyssey
And years from now
We'll talk a little about the past
I'll get a text every couple of years
You've got a new man
He's unbelievable
He's so much like me
If you walk out that door
Don't bother comin' back
Take whatever you want
But leave me my own property
Memoirs of our romance become the finest book you'll never read
We'll take one last photo with an ironic grin and a little smooch (Mwah)
"Kiss kiss
" you say
And you walk awayёл
Your iron will just keeps surviving into winter
Sometimes I wonder if I can love a grown little girl
Who still dreams about the house with a turret
The kids and the dog and they fill every room
It's Father
Son
And Spirit and me and the ghost of you
If you walk out that door
Don't bother comin' back
Take whatever you want
But leave me my own property
There's just too much melody and not enough sense
Revel in the irony and the nonsense