Roll With the Punches

The separation was symmetrical They both retreated to their sides Drawing lists of demands and muddy lines in the sand Trying out their separate lives Most of the damage was collateral But still inspired some debate On 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 Aww, yeah The separation was logistical Deciding what belongs to whom How dying love manifests in a rug or a chest And decorations of a room Every promise was negotiable Most of all the ones they made alone What 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 Aww, 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 past and future synthesized You just roll with the punches Until you can't feel a thing You just roll with the punches Aww, yeah Just roll with the punches Until you can't feel a thing You just roll with the punches Aww, yeah