The End of a Good Thing

Love to be my Queens and hate to be my friend
Never be my lover, in the end, I just pretend
I know you love to make us proud
But it's never here, and it's never now
Maybe we keep surviving just to help us feel again

But at least you're not a hoarder of memories, trying to cope
See the fading photographs descending, they're not gone
When my home was in you, and your home was in me
And on a good day, I can remember and not even cry

Let's get out of here
While I can still save you, and you can still save me
And I'm still tryin'a fix you, and you're still tryin' to leave me
And I was trapped in a moment, buzzed on a theory
I am you, and you are me

And I still think of the night that I was burning
Outstretched by the fire in your head
And this burning bush of mine wasn't the life I wanted
I was 19 and invincible, you were 26 and that was all
(I'm still tryin'a fix you, and you're still tryin' to leave me)

Let's get out of here
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Let's get out of here
While I can still save you, and you can still save me
And I'm still tryin'a fix you, and you're still tryin' to leave me

Let's get out of here
While I can still save you, and you can still save me
And I'm still tryin'a fix you, and you're still tryin' to leave me