so this is how it ends:

when it’s all come undone
and we’re talking in tongues
because we’ve lost all sight
of how it used to be
and how we used to be
i won’t be surprised
if you try to hide
behind the memories
and the pleasantries
that are awkward and forced.
when it’s all come unwound
and there’s no pulse to be found
because we’ve pulled the plug
and we’re smiling to be polite
and we’re just trying to be polite
i will understand
if you hide yourself away
and i may not like you
but i won’t hate you
for pretending we’re still the same.