Burn The Evidence

Well a month or too is doable, I guess?
Been through our sentence this far
I'm sure we'll suffer through the rest
Though the walls are closing in
And I'm turning white with stress
We're breaking down and living with the mess

And I can't recall the last time that we spoke
that didn't end in accusations, spitting fire and smoke
It's a 'happy-ever-after', someone's written as a joke
And we're scratching out each line we ever wrote

It's the end and someone's coming round to repossess the house
We've no clue what awaits us, at this point we just need out
It's the end now, and I've wished for it each night for fucking years
Burn the evidence that we were ever here

Left to the realisation that it added up to shit
Did we realise what we had before we made the call to quit?
Burn the evidence so no one knows the fucked up things we did

Well, with no one else around you start to think
Could probably have done more to try and fix these broken things
Too preoccupied, unsatisfied with thoughts that never leave
Now reality's infecting all our dreams

Was there ever hope for us making it through?
Obsessed with what we don't have
But not with what we do
Well the world has changed outside the dirty windows we look through
Hard to see when dirt's reflected back on you

It's the end and something's coming down to take away our stuff
Been made to seem so frivolous but we couldn't get enough
It's the end now, seems we ignored all the warning signs for years
Burn the evidence that we were ever here
Burn the evidence that we were ever here