So close your eyes and wait it out and when you wake up I'll be free from this

300 miles and counting

I thought those words a thousand times: "You should know what you fucking took from me"

Instead it's season greetings

Oh, I thought that winter changed us

But I'm still someone you can't trust

I wrote you letters in my head

I know you probably think that's weird

Then the house lights turn on and you shine in shades of grey

Tired eyes from those lost midnights

And it's not the seasons that make memories fade away

The show must go, the show must go on and on and on and on and on

On and on and on and on and on

"Just one last time," I tell myself

One broken night to show how fixed I am

Some kind of masquerade ball

A million scars, a scratching post, a simple text that shows how young we were, and you're still growing up to be...

Some kind of chemical thing: a simple answer I can't change

It's just these glimpses after… I know you probably saw them too

Then the house lights turn on and you shine in shades of grey

Blue jeans on your white wine stains

And it's not the reason that your face won't fade away

The show must go, the show must go on and on and on and on and on

On and on and on and on and on

And it's slices of your ever changing days

Short sleeves as the rain pours down

'Til it's irish goodbyes (if that's still alright to say)

The show must go, the show must go on and on and on and on and on

On and on and on and on and on

On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on

The show must go