All the kids they think that they’re romantics
And it’s sweet but it’s short sighted and tragic
As the sights are nice getting lost along the way
But, all that time just sharpening knives is a waste
When the dull blade it can cut just as deep
It goes from lust to love to want to need
Codependency can feel so cheap
Wouldn’t you agree?

Ah ya, but

We’ll always have
The records that we don’t know how to split up
Not sure exactly who bought what
This ain’t supposed to come off as hopeless
Or optimistic or stoic
Just pointless
We’ll always have
The nights that neither of us want to trust
Not sure exactly who’s done what
Not sure exactly who’s going to give up on us

When we were kids we were so enchanted
And it was nice but elaborate and manic
Packing up all the games we used to play
I never thought we’d look back at those years as a waste but
The old tricks they’re so easily seen
Remembering now doesn’t even feel like that was even me
Young love ages so cheap
Wouldn’t you agree?

We’ll always have
The records that we don’t know how to split up
Not sure exactly who bought what
This ain’t supposed to come off as hopeless
Or optimistic or stoic
Just pointless
An olive branch
And a little time passed
Maybe we’ll get some of that magic back
Minus the suspicions and contradictions
And just let a little love grow and relax