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
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