Said you'd be gone for the day, so I could come and get my things
Found that box beneath our bed, full of keepsakes that we kept
And now we're throwing all away
Five by sevens of your smile, haven't seen that in a while
Little Post It Notes and cards, i's dotted with hearts
In the words you used to write
Here we are, the best of us is all just faded ink
I never thought at the time we made those memories, that's all they'd be
And you and me would wind up right here later, better on paper
Pages stacked up on the desk, bullet points of all this mess
Little X's by the lines where the lawyer said to sign
To lay this thing to rest
Here we are, the end of us is all typed out in ink
I never thought we'd get to where we couldn't even speak, it's hard to believe
The worst of us would wind up right here later, better on paper
A couple strangers, just better on paper
