Breaking the past

So baby
Love isn’t all like roses
There is a thorn or two here
So maybe I’m not perfect
But neither are you my dear

So maybe I said a few things
That I’ll come to regret
And maybe you did a few things
That I’ll never ever get

And we’re here now
standing right next to each other
Amongst the broken furniture
That reminds us of us

And there’s hair pulling
And lots of crying
And the way you scream
It’s like someone’s dying

And baby this would be jazz
If our relationship were
But all that’s happening
Is the fire burning

The fire within us
That we can’t see
The fire within
That we’ve set free

And all that’s left
Are broken parts
Of what could be us
If we’d still live in the past

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