What a time
Kinda sucks
That the night ends like this

I won’t call
But can we call
This for what it is

Weekends
Staring at the ceiling
Holding up the pretense
We could ever be friends when we

Both know we should hit unfollow
Taking down the pictures
Is the hardest pill to swallow

There’s no pretty way to break a heart
Breaking up is modern art

One by one
Tell our friends
All our practiced lines

Pull the frames
Double coat
Different paint this timе
Now I spend my weeknights
Blowing out the street lights
No one on my lеft it’s
Kinda hard to sleep right when we

Both know we should hit unfollow
You’re not in the story
You still watch them all though

There’s no pretty way to break a heart
Breaking up is modern art