On Ex-Husbands and Wives

This is weird, don't you think? How I used to have a wife Now I've only got a roommate Weird, don't you think? How we used to hang so tightly Now we just can't come together on anything How I never thought I'd run from you But I've been living in the other room This is weird, don't you think? How you used to have a husband Now there's just a fucking ghost in the halls And he's trapped inside the house, yeah He's tethered to the memories of love between these walls And I think he's gonna linger At least until the summer or the fall And I think that he'll probably never really be free again Yeah, I'll probably never really be free again Now there's an angel or a demon in my room And I confess that I can't tell the difference She looks a lot like you Sounds a little bit like you too And she whispers, "It's gonna be okay" I don't know if that's the truth Or just some cruel, strangely-elaborate prank But either way, I don't believe her 'Cause hope turns to poison in my ears As I'm sitting here, alone at the end of my rope And it's deeply frustrating, yeah Talk is cheap, no, maybe I should call up an ex And see if she wants to reconnect No, there's probably plenty of other eligible bachelorettes Right around here that I can ruin relationships with tonight But time is on our side Time is on our side Time is on our side, I guess If you can keep it together, keep it together, you're fine If you can keep it together, just keep it together, you're fine Because one way or another, for better or worse This too is gonna pass This too is gonna pass This too is gonna pass And if you can keep it together, keep it together, you're fine If you can keep it together, just keep it together, you're fine Because one way or another, for better or worse This too is gonna pass This too is gonna pass This too is gonna pass It's gonna pass It's gonna pass It's gonna pass, I guess