Lyric

Every story has to end the same

Never reached the happy ending on your page

It’s in your character to hate the rain

But I like to think it aids my scatterbrain

I’m running out

Of ways to write our final scene

With metaphors or similes

No matter how

I dream of what we could’ve been

It’s all over now oh I can clearly see

That now we’re history

Now we’re history

Here and there I think of you again

Is it hope I’m clinging onto or the pen

Without a doubt

There’s still emotion

I’m calling out

You’re decomposing

I try whatever it could take

To keep you where the lights stay on

And the room stays warm

And the weather never wanders inside

I’ll keep conditions safe for you

As you’d want me to

Oh tell me what you want me to do

Cuz

I’m running out

Of ways to write our final scene

With metaphors or similes

No matter how

I dream of what we could’ve been

It’s all over now I can clearly see

That now we’re history

Now we’re history