Back with the magic, overly dramatic heart-sale that you’d expect
Figured guilt must be finite and soon I’ll have none left
Losing the signal, loose like connections and lost in the studio
The hardest part is letting go

So good luck to us
(Yeah, good luck with that)

Memories projected, streets stay haunted, we overcrowd the capital
We are all ex-lovers together and this is The Swell!
We can share spit and a sense of shame like they’re the only two truths we know
The hardest part is letting go

And I guess I've got some skills, got our poster on her wall
So every boy that she brings back will see my best side
But you can’t use pins in rented rooms, that poster’s gonna fall

The hardest part is letting go
No, the hardest part is saying no

And we can share spit and a sense of shame like they’re the only two truths we know
The hardest part is letting go
No! The hardest part is saying no!

So good luck to us
(Yeah, good luck with that)