I've been thinking ‘bout what you said:
“Pretty sure it’s all gone wrong.”
The feels we felt ain’t coming ‘round no more.
I think we’ve become a slow, sad song.

But I don't really wanna change your mind.
I don't really wanna walk that line.
I only really wanna close the door.
‘Cause I don't 
really wanna 
see you 
no more.

Anyone would say,”It’s plain to see
by the books up on your shelf.”
No more Chemistry only History
is what we’re reading when we’re by ourselves.

We had
good times. 
This is true.
Yet every thing
must end.

Otherwise that means 
we’re infinite beings 
and could we really be forever? 

Could we really be forever?

Me and you?