Wedding, Funeral

Whether it's a wedding or a funeral

I'll be standing by you when the credits roll

'Cause life is kind of funny in that way

We'll meet every December

We'll have to hold our tongue

Pretend we don't remember our dreams when we were young

'Cause friends are kind of painful in that way

You're a kind of capsule for the kid I used to be

I'm a kind of time bomb in a way (In a sense)

Maybe we've got nothing left to say

But

Soon I will be no one

And you'll be no one too

Then we'll miss a December

The credits have run through

'Cause love is kind of awful in that way