I thought we told ourselves
That our precious little charade
And all attached love games
Was doomed to die
Right from the start

Was it all worth…
The trouble interpreting
Was it a waste
No
I don’t think…
throw in my two cent’s
Here’s what the tail’s say…
I don’t think
We
Gave
It
All we had
Was it a shame
No
It wasn’t a waste
Just
Look
At
All
The photographs we made
I broke all the frames…
I don’t think
They looked good anyway..