Roll With the Punches

The separation was symmetrical

They both retreated to their sides

Drawling lists of demands

And muddy lines in the sand

Trying out their separate lives

Most of the damage was collateral

But sill inspired some debate

All the principles of why all the people we love

Are the same ones we can also hate

You just roll with the punches

Until you can't feel a thing

You just roll with the punches

Oh yeah

The separation was logistical

Deciding what belongs to whom

How dying love manifests

In a rug or a chest

The decorations of a room

Every promise was negotiable

Most of all the ones they made alone

When she finally forgave

What he'll take to his grave

Learning how to not pick up the phone

You just roll with the punches

Until you can't feel a thing

You just roll with the punches

Oh yeah

He starts existing as a miracle

A band of static right behind your eyes

That you filter everything through

Without knowing you do

A pas and future synthesized

You just roll with the punches

Until you can't feel a thing

You just roll with the punches

Oh yeah

You just roll with the punches

Until you can't feel a thing

You just roll with the punches

Oh yeah