At least let's agree
To fail miserably
Is a satisfying end
For those too dull to pretend
Broke our bough in your shallows
This night makes you yellow
Once a crush at best
You became so much less
You can bury your feelings under low branches
There are some things you can't hide
I think that I am finding the divide
I think that I am finding the divide
One two three, one hundred and four
I lost count when our last tumbler hit the floor
You've got wrinkles on crow's feet
And I owe you so much more
You can bury feelings under low branches
There are some things you can't hide
I think that I am finding the divide
I think that I am finding the divide
