Whoever said that love is an open door

Well fuck you, 'cause that ain't true

Whoever said the grass is greener on the other side

Fuck you too

'Cause reality is people

When they don't align anymore

They leave, in search for someone better

But we don't think about how dead the other feels inside

And writes a really, really bad— no, worse verse ever!

But they'll find a way to make it

They'll find a way to make it back

They'll find a way to fake it

Yeah, they'll find a way to make it

Can someone tell me how (the fuck) can someone move on from seven years

gone with just one phone call?

And how do I get past the fact

that we planned for a date night

that turned out to be the day I'll see you for the last time?

But I'll find a way to make it

I'll find a way to make it back

I'll find a way to fake it

Yeah, I'll find a way to make it back to me

I'll find a way to make it

They'll find a way to make this song not stuck

I'll find a way to fake it

Yeah, I'll find a way to make it

Back to me

Back to me

Back to me

Back to me

And when you said on the 20th

"There's nothing left to save"

Well fuck you, 'cause I loved you