"so you want to start a new life. that's ok. go regain your independence and fly. a result so ugly, a process so beautiful. go and throw it all away and i'll be fine just as long as you don't say it unless you mean it, don't say you love me.
human love has got a shelf life; it gets stale. a born on date an expiration in time.
synchronize watches
set the alarm
as you leave i'll hold the door with a smile just as long as you don't say it unless you mean it, don't say you love me.
somebody told me that love falls like rain. sooner or later it comes back down again in a vicious way."
Jolene, as nobody can bear witness to our final week, maybe a song will do.