Modern Art

What a time Kinda sucks That the night ends like this I won't call But can we call This for what it is Weekends Staring at the ceiling Holding up the pretense We could ever be friends when we Both know we should hit unfollow Taking down the pictures Is the hardest pill to swallow There's no pretty way to break a heart Breaking up is modern art One by one Tell our friends All our practiced lines Pull the frames Double coat Different paint this timе Now I spend my weeknights Blowing out the streetlights No one on my lеft it's Kinda hard to sleep right when we Both know we should hit unfollow You're not in the story You still watch them all though There's no pretty way to break a heart Breaking up is modern art