Please allow me to exaggerate a memory or two.
Let’s just cross this bridge to get back,
To all those things that we used to do.

What has really changed with us,
Or,
I mean, me and you.

I’ve never really been so divine
In accepting my own defeat.

And that talks about my true character for sure.

Let me tell you all the thoughts
That crossed my mind
Before you said all your goodbyes.

I’ll find my own way outside,
And find my own way back home.

I’ve never really been so divine
In accepting my own defeat.

But I guess I deserved it from what I did wrong.

Any more I don’t think that what I’ve done
Was the slightest bit discrete.

Let’s just say our goodbyes and
Find our own ways back home.

Maybe it was for the better,
Now I write this obsolete letter.

I’ll just let myself inside,
And be welcomed back home.

I’ll lock the doors from inside,
And welcome myself back home.

I’ve never been so divine,
In accepting my defeat.

And that talks about my character,
I know.

I never gave enough,
Just told some little bluffs.

I’m keeping warm here inside,
Inside our old home.